As graduation gets nearer I have been looking back on the last four years of my high school experience. I have a great class. I truly do. Second day of school my freshman year I sat in my Physical Science class (2nd hour) and told myself, “This is a great class.” And they are! But they are human and have their faults. So do I.
Just the other day I realized how little I know most of my classmates (I found out the other day that one of my friends had been an extra in a movie when she was younger). I mean, I am really close with a handful of them, but there are some that I have not held a single conversation with. I have gone to school with these people for four years and there are only 33 people in my class. I don’t have an excuse for this.
It also struck me how little some of my classmates know each other. Keep in mind that my school is a K - 12 establishment, so some of my fellow students have been seeing each other on a daily basis for almost all of their lives. It seems like they are more content to stay where they feel comfortable, in their clique of close acquaintances, than to get to know someone they don’t have as much in common with. In their attempts to be social they isolate themselves from people’s lives that they could make a difference in. Don’t get the wrong picture here: they all get along and I am proud to be in the same class with them.
Also, there is something you should know about me. When I critique something, often my comments are an equal reflection of myself. I am not perfect. I have failed to get to know my classmates. I have failed to cultivate friendships with all of them and minister to them. I wish we had another year together so I could have a second chance. As it is, we only have half a semester left as a class, but I plan to make the most of it.
No comments:
Post a Comment