You remember back when you were in high school? Do you remember what kind of shit you were? Do you remember the bitchy, hormonal, teenager-y way you behaved? You remember the petty arguments and the way you raged and whined against “the man?”
You know how, now as an adult, you think teenagers are kind of stupid? How they’re ridiculous and obsessed with all sorts of unimportant things? Maybe you’re like me and think teenagers are pretty much the worst and feel very apologetic for ever having been one.
Imagine running into one of your teachers from high school now. Better yet, imagine finding out they’re married to one of your cousins. Imagine spending a weekend at a family reunion with them, watching your kids play together on the lawn. That’s what happened to me.
I spent Labor Day weekend hanging with Mr. Schmidt, continually reminding myself to call him Brian. (The same name as my husband — totally weird.)
Ok, I’m being dramatic — it was really very fun. Our boys all got along great and I heard some of the BEST stories about other high school teachers I had. We ate brisket, breathed the sweet Montana air, and went to the rodeo.
The worst part came while playing cribbage. Trying to count crib in my head in front of my high school math teacher was MORTIFYING. I can’t even think about it now without blushing. Ugh.
The moral of the story: Just be nice to everybody. To your high school teachers even when you’re a horrible teenager. To the boss that you hate at that job you’re finally quitting. To your mailman, your dog groomer, your cranky neighbor down the street…
Because you don’t know when your paths will cross again. You don’t know who’s related to who, who’s married to who, who’s friends with who.
Be the kind of person you wouldn’t be ashamed of being reminded about later on. A future job, a new romance, or a family reunion might just depend on it.
Now that we’ve got that business out of the way, can we talk about how incapable my children are at taking normal pictures?
Little M was declared “Most Original” in his preschool year book. Grrr is following along nicely in his big brother’s footsteps. Brian and I couldn’t be prouder.