6 = 6

Something dawned on me this weekend and it gave me an awful fright. It appears that from this June I will have left high school longer than I was there. I went to school for six years, leaving (graduating, if you want to call it that; I mean we had a ceremony and all but to be honest it was a mere formality) in 2003, and in 2009 that will have been 6 years ago. 4 years of University and 2 years of working later and BOOM not only is my youth vanishing so are my memories. I can remember being in a lift one time with my mother and a man walked in and said “Hello, how are you!” and the usual question and answer session followed. The man was a stranger to my mother, who only later that day realised he was someone she has been in the same class with at school. I remarked at the time “Come on, how can you forget their name?”… to which I can now say “Easily”. I cannot remember all 19 people who were my practical class at high school, never mind my registration class of 30.

So what does this mean in real terms? Nothing much, other than just a side note to the fact that the rest of my life has started. I mean, there could be some poignancy if I looked harder, like maybe after this point, nearing the mid twenties my life crises should start (or maybe already have). I remember school being a mix of shit and awesome, somewhere in the middle between excruciatingly embarrassing and the most fun I have ever had.

There is something to be said for wanting to go back to school. I’d love to go back with what I know now and be smarter, wittier, and more street wise... less worried about it all. I’d like to go back and if I am not allowed to change things, just to watch from afar my self as an awkward teenager, stumbling and warbling through voice breaking jokes. It would be a cathartic experience to see myself not as I saw myself then, but as I would see a similarly young schoolboy at my age now.

Or maybe I just wish I could remember more about School. Or could forget some of it too.