I turned up eagerly in shiny navy and bright jade.
I was looking forward to learning.
I was looking forward to friendships.
I was looking forward to distance from bullies.
I was looking forward to an environment away from my parents.
My first week of high school destroys all those aspirations – but grade 11 was a good year.
It was a good year because
– suddenly classes were smaller and focused
– relationships at school and elsewhere were established
– my faith had deepened and sharpened
– my playlist widened
This month I’ve been returning to the albums on repeat that year.
1. Moondance, Van Morrison
2. Slightly Odway, Jebediah (I’d forgotten all the swearing)
3. Take Five, Dave Brubeck