I should know better by now.
I shouldn’t go poking around in my high school’s alumnae/i (yes, that’s really what they call it) directory.
I am such an underachiever.
Many of the people I went to school with when we were still all pimply-faced and innocent are medical students. Tinni is a “Visiting Scholar” at MIT. Sarah, president of my senior class, has a resume most people twice our age would be envious of. It would be easier to list the community groups, steering committees, and community councils she’s NOT involved in. Anji has hitchhiked through Ireland, worked for a couple of foreign newspapers, ghostwrites books, and oh yeah, she’s getting ready to pursue a Master’s. Ian is a working actor. Well, sometimes.
At first glance, I feel like my post-high school years have been sort of trivial by comparison. I thought about going to law school and abandoned that idea. My first job out of college was for a company that went under. I ran screaming from my second job. My third job was for a rinky-dink little nonprofit that barely paid the bills, let alone provided any sort of valuable experience. Now I’m working for a company that hasn’t reached profitability in its 3 years of existence. Hell, I moved to DC with the intention of pursuing a Master’s, but haven’t gotten around to it because I don’t even know what I want to study any more.
I went to a school full of overachievers. I was one once. Not sure why I abandoned overachievment.
Or did I?
One of the graduation requirements in high school was the Matin, from the French matin, meaning “morning.” On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, the classes would gather in the auditorium during the homeroom period for Morning Announcements, which would be emcee’d by a senior. The faculty, administration, and students would announce special events, bake sales, honors and awards, and anything else you could think of. The seniors would congratulate each other every time one of us received a college acceptance letter.
And then, at the end of Morning Announcements, a senior would give a Matin. In order to graduate, we had to give a short presentation that would share something that was important to us. Some of them were incredibly bad. Some of them were amazing and I remember them to this day- (a note to any classmates reading this: two words- FREEDOM CHEESE!).
For my Matin, I read a story about a man who, all his life, wished for his life to turn out a certain way. It turned out differently, and he sank into a deep depression. He cried out to God, “I thought you were going to give me what I wanted.” And God said, “And I thought you were going to give me what Iwanted- to make you happy with what I gave you.” And the man realized that what he had was pretty great. And he stopped worrying about what he thought he wanted and enjoyed what he had been blessed with.
I shouldn’t let my classmates’ achievments make me forget what I told them.
After all, I’ve had a pretty wide range of experience. I was a victim of the dotcom bubble. I’ve picked up my life and moved it away from everything I’ve ever known just because I thought it was time for a change. I’ve finally gotten started on all that traveling I’ve wanted to do. I work for a company that is slowly but surely revolutionizing an industry that is still in the technological stone age. Meanwhile, I have incredible people in my life- friends who care about me and like coming over for last-minute dinner parties, an amazing man who loves me like I love him, a close family that I actually look forward to visiting… I shouldn’t complain. I have a really great life.
I haven’t done so badly, after all. I’m truly happy, as long as I don’t worry about keeping up with people whose priorities are not the same as my own.