UPDATE: Today the edited version of this article was published in the Grand Rapids Press, my hometown paper (making me feel a little sentimental). Also, I learned the new school will be the Wyoming Wolves, which I think sounds awesome (and a little scary). I really think this change is a very good thing for the next generation of Viki… I mean, Wolves.
Our time in high school haunts us. Some may brush off that idea (maybe pointing to college as more important), but a lot of who we develop into starts during those four years. We figure out things about ourselves then, to put it more simply, and later we fine tune it. Good or bad, that high school version of yourself still exists someplace inside your psyche, no matter how much you wish to deny it. Yes, the pimples are there still, but just under the surface now.
For me, I had a recurring dream that lasted for about five years after I graduated. In that dream, I am always in different locations (college classroom, my evening job, etc.) and my high school band director shows up in full marching band uniform (which is weird since he would never wear a uniform), screaming that there is an emergency and he is…
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