This rant may be a little long. Don’t feel obligated to read. But I think this was important enough to write about. So here goes.
The other night I had a dream. My high school english teacher was in it and I remember waking up feeling not unpleasant. (Rare. I hate mornings more than… more than people who talk AT ME about politics.)
A couple days later I happened to recall the dream. And instead of feeling glad like I thought I would, I felt sad. When I think about my favorite teacher, I think about 16 year old me and how much of her I lost and how much I would like to tell her now.
So back in reality, which I have a love/hate relationship with, i’ve been cleaning and sorting through boxes. I’m trying to navigate through this transition stage between countries. It’s funny to see the things I thought important to keep in my early 20’s compared to what I throw in the trash now in my late 20’s. Not much time has passed but a lot has changed.
In one of the boxes, I found a book. My FAVORITE book. I read it as a 13 or 14 year old high school girl and it stuck with me. The other day online, I saw it being sold at urban outfitters. So I guess I knew it was cool before it was hipster.
The book is called STARGIRL by Jerry Spinelli. This morning I was reading a bit of it at the laundromat. Oh boy. This book is still good. Maybe even better than I remember.
This is where it ties in with my favorite english teacher and my dream. Here goes.
I happened to look up what it means to have dreamt of a past teacher in my trusty dream dictionary. Funny enough, it means that i’m seeking advice and guidance in a time where life may be changing and transitioning. (Scary accurate.) It also said to consider experiences I had with that specific teacher. So I did.
1.) If you weren’t in Mr. Facher’s class, you have no idea how cool it was or he was (still probably is). You missed out.
2.) He sang us Springsteen songs.
3.) The main theme of his class that I can remember was NONCONFORMITY.
4.) Did I mention he sang us SPRINGSTEEN songs?
STARGIRL is the best of the best kind of nonconformist. She dances in the rain when people are running away from it. She walks and takes in the scenery when others run. She sings when the rest of them stay silent. After reading the first few chapters this morning, I realized I was a little bit Stargirl at 16. The girl in Mr. Facher’s class, who listened to Radiohead and The Cardigans, tapped danced while seated in class, and her head was usually in another universe. Hah.
This is what I need more of in my life. Maybe I’m still like this. Maybe I can’t see it cause i’m me. Kind of like when there’s a potent smell in a room but your nose becomes numb to it over time and you can’t smell it anymore.
Anyways. I’m not gonna sit here and try to find a link between my topic sentence and my main ideas. I’m not writing a paper here. I just made some observations I thought were interesting. BUT! I think everyone could use a little nonconformity in their lives.
And to Mr. Facher. Wherever you are. Every time I hear The Boss I will still think of you.