How many of you were cool when you were in high school? Come on now, 'fess up. Were you cool? The chances are you weren't even close -- even if you were George Clooney. High school is that period of our lives that most of us look back on with certain edits in the memory bank. We were full of uncertainties and anxieties, and everyone else looked cooler than we did. Am I right?
Last night I attended Phinnaeus's Christmas concert, and it was wonderful to see all the middle school children maturing into adults. Some of them still looked like children, a few of them already revealed glimpses of the adults they would become, others looked as if they still had a long journey ahead of them before they would find their personas. The girls are all lovely at that age, with their shiny hair and sweet faces -- even if they don't think they are.
The kids I knew in high school who were considered the "cool" kids -- the "in" crowd -- almost always grew into adults who were perhaps not so cool. Maybe they didn't have to try as hard to find out who they were, they were too busy being worshipped by the plebeians. After graduation, when everyone went their separate ways, the cool kids no longer had their adoring audience. The "geeky" kids went off to university, and discovered that being a math genius or a literary intellectual really was "where it's at". Ten years later, at the high school reunion, we realized that that fat balding guy over in the corner -- drinking a little too heavily -- was the fellow all the guys had once wanted to be and all the girls had wanted to date. It's almost a cliché.
So last night at Phinnaeus's concert, it was fun to look around at the kids, and try to predict which ones were going to be cool when they became adults. Usually it's the kids with the inner cool -- you know the ones -- they're so cool, they don't even know they're cool. And yes, a certain young man I know falls into that category. Move over, George Clooney.