Last week, one of my Chinese friends, Jay, and I were talking about high school. He was curious about what kind of things American students do in high school--Chinese students don't really have much chance for extracuricular activities. I tried to explain marching band to him--I think he got the general idea, but it's like nothing they've ever seen here.
Then today, someone I went to high school with posted an old photo of all of us as seniors, in our band uniforms, back in 2001, and someone else pointed out that a video of our freshman show, Liturgical Dances, from 1998, was on youtube. I wish the rest were, too, but anyhow, here's that one. I had fun watching and reminiscing a bit. Then, when I was writing the title for this post, it occured to me that I was fourteen when I marched in the show in the video. Half my life ago. It's weird; I'm just twenty-eight, but it seems like since my last birthday I've had a bit of a preoccupation with how old I am. I guess it's just the realization that you're supposed to have so much fun and do so much while you're "young", and I see the end of my twenties coming fast. Have I done enough? Am I where I should be by this point? Which direction should I go from here? It's just a little sad sometimes that I don't fit in to "the young people" any more.
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