Going back

On the subway this morning I overheard two people talking about how great it’d be to go back and do high school again, knowing what they know now. I have to say that while I’m not happy with my current place in life, I know for damn sure that High School wasn’t without its share of difficulties.

One story that pops into my mind about the day that the bus driver, and elderly man who really had no place behind the wheel of a car let alone driving 50 kids to school, tried to kill my little brother through strangulation. My brother did finally manage to get free and then confetti bombed the bus driver and the bus before escaping out the emergency exit.

Then looking back, a lot of my high school years were spent dealing with the divorce of my parents, my dad’s alcohol problem and subsequent death, and the deaths of a multitude of family members. It also found me in the start of a major battle within the family that’s still not really resolved today. There were also many months of forced counseling, a time that I’m still remember with much resentment.

Yeah, not sure I’d want to go back and repeat that knowing what I know now. But perhaps it would be easier this time around as I’d be colder to it all.