So I was spending a relatively uneventful weekend–I know not when–doing what I do best: nothing; well, I was listening to music. But for all intents and purposes, I was doing nothing. But then a song came on. It was Bruce Springsteen’s “Glory Days”. Now, opinions of Springsteen’s music aside, the song is kind of a powerful one. For those of you who don’t know it, it’s about a man–presumably in his thirties or forties but it really doesn’t matter–who starts reflecting on the glory days of when he was in school. Springsteen repeats throughout the song the phrase “glory days, they’ll pass you by, glory days, in the wink of a young girl’s eye.” For someone who’s nervous about the future and wanting to make the best of life, this is a concerning message. Everyone was telling me that life only gets better, that it’s time to build a life for yourself. But here comes Mr. Springsteen–whom I genuinely respected–telling me that I’m getting old and that the short, boring years of old age are fast approaching.
But if you haven’t heard the song, allow me to toss in my two cents before your curiosity gets the better of you. We are high school seniors about to graduate and go off to college or go start a career; so, life is still very much ahead of us.
My first day of high school was also my first day in a public school, away from the friends I had known for upwards of nine years. I came from St. Michael’s Episcopal School where I had been since pre-k. My class size fluctuated up and down for years down to eight kids in my eighth grade class–my last year. I vaguely grasped the reality of what was about to happen: I was about to leave the only school and head on over to A&M Consolidated High School. In a word, I was distraught. I heard talk of people who absolutely loved their high school careers and people who truly found their identity without the sheltered academic lifestyle with which I grew up. But I didn’t want to leave. But it happened nonetheless. I walked through those doors in the front of the building by the office a scared freshman who wanted more than anything else in the world not to be there; but I accepted it and marched on bit by bit. The first test I ever took was in Mrs. Riley’s Pre-AP biology class. Still accustomed to the much smaller environment of my old private school, I only wrote my first name on the scantron. I received the test back with my last name marked in by the teacher. Noticing that she required my last name to distinguish me from the other students, I hypothesized that there must be another Jonathan somewhere else in the class. I spent the better part of at least a few more months trying to figure out if there was or had ever been another Jonathan in my biology class,but there wasn’t–just the first in a series of waves that would wake me up to the reality high school.
But for those of you who don’t know me past my name, I’m actually a fairly strong introvert; it’s hard for me to begin a conversation, and making new friends is an art that I have only recently begun to master. But before I knew anything about meeting new people, my mother stressed to me the importance of getting involved. Coming from a school that barely had enough kids to make a soccer team, I didn’t know what that meant until my French teacher mentioned that Texas French Symposium would be coming up and that I would be a good fit; so, if for nothing else than to appease my mother, I accepted the challenge. In short, I had the time of my life. I loved the competition and the sense of unity it created. Voila, I passed for being involved and I was actually having a pretty fun time. I made many more friends and learned what it meant to network yourself. I also developed skills that I would use in class and in normal life. As a result, I got to thinking about what I would do after high school, and I came to a brief and simple conclusion: introduce yourself, and do something–it doesn’t matter what–to get your name out there and to get involved. If that’s already something you plan to do or if you absolutely know that’s just not who you are, do something that you’re unfamiliar with; do something to get you outside of your comfort zone.
Coming from a small, private school to Consol taught me the importance of networking and getting to know people. I took a lot of work for me to do and there were lots of awkward and uncomfortable moments but I got farther than I ever thought I would
While I got to Consol a little differently than most of you, we’re still in the same boat. I’m willing to bet that part of our innermost self is ready to get out to see the best of what the world has to throw at us, while I’m also positive that there is a small piece that will miss some of the memories we’ve made at Consol. All things considered, I will miss being here and I will miss the people. So here we are, wearing our cap and gown and wondering where it all came from; but we’re also ready more than anything else to get out.
I, however, have not lived through any extraordinary experiences that may lend you some life-illuminating clarity and I certainly can’t tell you what it’s all about; however, I can say that you are smart people, and we are ready for whatever comes next. I, for one, am actually terrified, but I’m also excited for what comes next and I definitely can’t wait to move on to act II.