Well it is Saturday and a horrible migraine woke me up during the night. I tried really hard to stay in bed and not get up (in fear of the pain that would hit me when I did) but it was going to hurt either way so I decided to just make my way from the bed to the couch. I get these damn headaches at least once a week (most recently last Sunday) and more often than not they hit me on weekend. This in a way is both good and bad. Good because at least I’m not getting one when I have to work and bad because the weekends are when I try to get everything done. Shopping, cleaning, laundry…you name it. When I can hardly hold my head up, these tasks can prove to be pretty impossible. So here I sit writing a blog post and watching my weeks’ recordings of “The Chew” — which seems to be one of the few things I can do without hurting too much at the moment. I hate this.
I had a pretty cool experience last Saturday night…I visited my high school to see their spring musical performance. My cousin’s daughter was starring as the Wicked Witch in their performance of “The Wizard of Oz” (she did a fabulous job by the way….Margaret Hamilton eat your heart out!) Back in the day, I was a theater nerd. Most of my free time in high school was spent in that auditorium, on that stage and in the dance hall. The only year I didn’t participate in the shows was my sophomore year, when I went through a bit of a rebellious stage and when my grades started to slip a bit — my mom wouldn’t “allow” me to participate. That sobered me up real quick and I got back into it the next year.
I went to a private, Catholic jr high / high school. At the time, the school was from grades 7 to 12…so a greater part of my adolescence was spent at that school and I can’t tell you how many memories….both good and bad….were made at that place. It would only seem true that when I walked through the doors last week for the first time in 18 years…..it was nearly and emotional moment. I say nearly because I was with my daughter, my niece and my sister-in-law and I didn’t want to embarrass them by becoming a wimpy, blubbering mess.
The school was built in 1961 and although I’m sure there have been major changes since then…not much of the main building had really changed in the last 18 years, give or take a few mew pictures in the hallway. God forbid they spend any money fixing up that auditorium; it still stands as it did when it was built in 1961. The gym and football areas have been given a major overhaul since I graduated…there are those tuition dollars going to work.
As I stood in line for a soda at intermission, I saw the wall statue of the Virgin Mary….whose feet got stuck in my pants when I was in 7th grade…and it made me giggle. No really crazy story there, I was just sitting underneath her waiting to go into the auditorium for our musical performance that year and when I stood up, the holy mother’s feet got caught in my jean’s waist band and proceeded to come completely off of the wall…laying squarely on my back. All I could do was stand there petrified while balancing the statue carefully as to not drop her until someone heard my cries for help and put her back in her place. Needless to say there was a huge gap in the line and I was late getting on stage.
I glanced around the auditorium and noticed that pictures adorned both walls, forever immortalizing our years of musical mayhem at the Catholic school. Well, maybe not forever…but at least for the next few years until they run out of room and start retiring some of them. The show picture from our freshman year “The Sound of Music” (in which I played a nun) was already taken down. However, I did try to get a few shots of the ones still hanging (pardon the glare…they are pictures of pictures):
Along with these shows, I had been on that stage for numerous dance programs, choir programs and drama and speech competitions. Hours of hard work, rehearsals, building sets, sweat and tears. So many memories made there and it hadn’t changed a bit. For a fleeting moment I felt as if I were 17 again and all the reminders of adulthood were gone. I saw myself on stage again…thought about my friends and all of the fun we had. As I was skipping down memory lane during the show I noticed that the kids’ voices were coming out loud and clear, I leaned over to my sister-in-law and said “they have microphones now!!” to which she replied….”Yes Jenn, and we have cell phones now too!”. Geesh. My youthful spirit went back into hiding as I was reminded of exactly how long it had been and how old I was now. 18 years is a very long time!