24 Aug

High school

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – Dickens

Middle school — or junior high, which we called it when I went — should really be classified as a form of child abuse. I recognize that it isn’t as bad for everyone as it was for me, but those two years I spent in 7th and 8th grade were easily the worst and most unhappy times of my life. – Starts with a Bang

My high school (gymnasium) just turned 90. I wasn’t actually aware of this until I visited my home town this weekend where I got jubilee issue of the local news paper about it from my uncle.

I can sort of relate to Ethan’s (from Starts with a Bang) description of high school. Late teens is definitely a time where you are being judged all the time for what ever you do, fair or not. It wasn’t a bad time for me, though.

Working in science was far from my ideas of my future at the time. I wanted to be a musician and spent my years there playing in bands (earning a small living teaching guitar and playing at bars) and made a lot of friends doing that.

Reading this special issue of the paper about my old school is a lot of fun for me. I see people there who were good friends back then. People I played music with or just partied with. Found out for the first time that one of the professors at computer science went to my old school. Really a lot of fun.

I remember my time there very fondly. It was a time of music, philosophy and a lot of parties. Very different from my life now, focused on science. I think I would have been a very different man now if I hadn’t spent three years immersed in what is essentially humanities.

So happy birthday Herning Gymnasium and I hope you will invite me to write a little piece when you turn 100.

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