The Return To High School

These last two weeks of school tour have been a wonderful experience for me and for that insecure high-schooler still lingering inside me, and lets be honest, in all of us.

You know what... fuck it... I'll say it...

all of a sudden I'm Cool!

yeah. thats right these little fuckers think I'm cool. And it feels good.

Now, Im not so insecure that this is really news to me. I know im a smart, attractive, sweet, compassionate, caring, talented, loving, curious and above all humble person. I know that I have carved a well-rounded individual out of the primordial, pimply heap that was me in High School.

But to be "Cool"... to be "cool" by high school standards... I feel as though i have reached a summit that most vice principles, that most breast-enhanced women, that most large automobile owning douchebags are still trying to reach the top of.

With this new found coolness i am tempted to just enroll in the school. I mean really. The amazing new cool life i could lead!!

I could be prom king tomorrow and take the most attractive girl in school to the dance despite being openly gay. I could fuck her AND the captain of the football team at the same time on the basketball court. I mean... i'm THAT cool.

Ok... i got carried away there. To be honest, i'm not THAT cool. I know you were all about to support my re-enrolling in the 12th grade.

I would not return to those halls of awkwardness for anything.

But there is an endearing admiration that i feel coming from the students at Springfield High School. Having done two assemblies for the entire student body does make you a familiar face and there is the ability to really make an impact on those kids in the classes we are teaching.

I attended "Curious Savage" tonight at the Ensemble Theatre at SHS (Coincidentally the same acronym for my alma mater) and it was delightful. A true ensemble production of a mediocre play. There was so much heart, so much playing going on in the small blackbox with the heavily painted set. Young actors at work is so wonderful to watch. Truly some just "get it" more than others but those that don't get it try soo valiantly and bravely. I cried, i did, at the end. All through the show a girl carried around a doll that she said was her son. The story was set in a mental asylum and filled with all the wonderful character roles you don't need to see again. The final moment of the show gave the audience a glimpse of the "perfect world" that the crazies all imagined. All of a sudden the cutest 6 year old boy came out, dressed exactly like the doll, and sat near the girl. It was sappy, it was predictable, it totally worked. I cried.

Im very glad i attended and i really am humbled by the impact my presence at that show had on those kids.

Im glad to be able to return to the High School setting as a good example.

But MOST IMPORTANTLY i'm glad i'm cool!

My inner high schooler is saying:

"FUCK YOU KEVIN JACKSON!

WHO'S ON TOP AND WHO'S ON BOTTOM NOW!?!

WHO'S ON TOP AND WHO'S ON BOTTOM NOW!?!"