I had an IEP meeting at my son’s school yesterday. He’s in eighth grade.
The educator who ran the meeting looked like she had peaked in high school. You know the type.
She had brown hair that she had tied back with a giant blue ribbon and was wearing blue jeans and a white T-shirt over a white mock turtleneck. The T-shirt had been decorated with footballs and megaphones using writable paints and said things like “Cheerleading Coach” and “Rah” in big block letters.
I think I’ve said “Rah” once in my life. When I was struggling to open a jar of pickles.
She told me that she didn’t always dress that way. “Big football game tonight,” she said.
I didn’t believe her.
She looked too comfortable dressed as a teenager, even though those years — time of your life kid — were well in her past.
I knew that she had gone to college and then returned to that place where she was most comfortable and popular and successful — public school.
She didn’t even seem that great with kids. She called my son “Buddy.” He winced. She didn’t notice.
I think I picked up on this because it was the exact opposite of my high school experience. I never went to a football game. I wasn’t in any clubs. I spent most of my time hiding out in the library and wishing that I could disappear.
I certainly didn’t peak in high school. As I write this, I’m wondering whether I ever peaked. Or if I ever will.
Something tells me that I haven’t. That this best is yet to come. At least that’s what I’d like to think.
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How about you? Have you peaked yet?