Reliving the past two decades in one weekend

This past weekend felt odd.  Just, odd.

Friday night, I swung by my old high school.  I had heard there was a home football game and the band was actually marching.  I'm not one to turn down an opportunity to see a marching band, so I went.  Unfortunately, the band had left due to rain, but I felt bad just leaving, so I sat in the stands for a few minutes, watching the football team lose horribly. 

It was very strange.  I had sat in those stands, freezing my a$$ off in a polyester band uniform for four years.  It was a very surreal, innocent feeling.  I realized just how easy high school was!  My only worries were schoolwork and who I was going to see at the games and what my plans were that weekend.

Saturday, I did a few errands, then went up to see GA.  It was so good to see her!  We had a lengthy conversation and an equally lengthy night, but it was needed.  Yes, I'm going to gloss over this night, but there was definitely a moment where two of my worlds collided.  Small world, indeed!

Sunday, I cleaned up my parents' house, then headed up to my old college to see my flute professor perform in a faculty recital.  I ran into some girls from my studio and some former professors, who surprisingly recognized me.  Oh, and I saw Scary Saxophone Guy.  There's a background to that story, which I'll save for another post.

I sat in the same recital hall I'd sat in for four years.  The same one I performed my senior recital in.  The same recital hall I had juries in.  It was also a very surreal moment, but actually very enjoyable.  For once, I was not being graded sitting in that hall!  I merely had to enjoy the concert, and OMG I did.  I still am in awe over my professor and her technique and tone and just flawless performance.

So, I saw my bestie from middle school, my old high school, and my old college all in one weekend.  It was almost like flipping through a scrapbook of my entire NH education.  Very odd to me.