School Days

Content from Sincerely Sandy

As the years have flown by and I am facing the fortieth year of my high school graduation I stop to ponder about my school days. I spent twelve years with kids that now I hardly ever see anymore. I think about them often and wonder if their lives turned out the want they wanted them to.

I was a popular girl in school. I had a dynamic personality and a wonderful sense of humor. I was so excited about life and being involved in every school activity. I was so full of myself that I actually believed I was invincible.

There were a group of kids in school that were devout Christians. They not only lived by the teachings, they tried to pass on their beliefs to those of us that didn’t give godliness a thought. Of course, I went to church every Sunday, but it was only because I wanted to sit in the balcony and pass notes to other friends there for the same reason.

I was certainly kind to these “religious kids”, but I disregarded everything they wanted to implement in the activities of the school. They wanted the cursing to stop, they wanted to stop the dances after ballgames, they wanted to lower the hemlines of our skirts and they wanted an opportunity to “witness their love of God” to the rest of us heathens. Like most of my high school friends, we weren’t out to hurt anyone or be immoral, but we wanted to have fun. Most likely all of us thought when we got old we could get religion. Hey, not now, now while we were having the time of our lives.

Many years down the road I was at the lowest period of my life. I wasn’t popular anymore; I wasn’t having the time of my life. School was over and real life came calling. It wasn’t exactly as I had planned; in fact my life was in shambles.

I replayed my life over in my mind and I sorely wished I hadn’t been so full of myself in school. I remembered the Christian kids that told us that life wasn’t the bowl of cherries we believed it to be. I prayed about my situation, I prayed about all the people I had obliviously hurt in school and I resolved myself to call seven of the people that felt I had been disrespectful to in high school.

Most of the calls were to women and we cried during the conversation. They told me that they were envious of my carefree spirit and my obviously love of life, but they did feel that I looked down on them for their beliefs. I was so saddened by their words and I asked them to forgive me. I told them my life was a mess and I wanted their prayers. I had become a Christian many years before these calls, but until I had hit rock bottom I never felt compelled to ask for their forgiveness. One of the calls was to a friend that is now a preacher. He was a little less forgiving and told me that he had prayed many times for my friends and me, especially me. He stated that I was made of better stuff than what I presented to my fellow students and many times my prideful attitude left many people feeling bereft. After talking with him I felt I had been dully chastised.

While making those calls caused me great anxiety I knew I couldn’t go another day without asking for their forgiveness. It has been over a decade since I called my friends and I feel forgiven by them. As we can look back and reflect over the past years maybe we should have taken the road less traveled by.