Returning to High School -- Literally by Patty Blount
Over on Twitter the past few weeks, Twilight has been trending once again as people began dissecting the foundation of the novel:
If you're a centuries old vampire, isn't high school the last place you'd be?
"We have to keep a low profile and blend in."
Do you really? Would anybody really care if a bunch of preternaturally beautiful people claimed they were home-schooled or graduated early?
And thus, Bella never stumbles into Edward's life.
That was exactly my take on high school. Once I graduated, I never wanted to go back. I skipped most of my reunions (my school does group reunions every year, with milestone years getting special invitations.) I have no real friends from high school but quite a few Facebook connections. There's no reason for me to go back there.
Or so I thought.
In 2019, my high school invited me to deliver the keynote speech at their National Honor Society Induction Ceremony. I was incredibly honored by this request and said yes. It was the first time I'd returned to the school in many years. It's worth noting this is a Catholic school.
First observation: People say things are smaller than you remember them to be. Nope. That auditorium was still huge and imposing. And it was packed.
Second observation: I was delighted to see several same-sex couples openly holding hands in the corridors. I believe love is love is love and respect every human being's right to love who they choose.
When I attended the school, there were phone booths in the main corridor. The phones are long gone, but the booths themselves were converted to trophy cases.
We had a flight deck in my high school that was an after-school club run by one of our teachers. It was equipped with Commodore computers back in my day. Today, every classroom had more computing power than that entire room.
I had to wear academic robes. That was a hoot.