I have a weird
relationship with school. I was good at it, but didn’t enjoy it. Especially
high school. I’ve often wished that I’d left high school a year early and gone
straight to New York or London. As it was, I did the normal school thing just
like everybody else, graduated along with everybody else, and went to college
like everybody else. Northwestern University in Evanston, Illinois. I was a
trombone performance major. It started out okay, and initially I did very well.
Halfway through my freshman year, though, I decided it was not for me.
I made it through
that first year, and then transferred to Berklee College of Music in Boston. I
didn’t get along with Berklee any better than I’d gotten along with
Northwestern, but my life in Boston suddenly took on a whole new glow. I felt
like Plato’s caveman seeing light for the first time. I found myself immersed
in a whole new world of music, east coast energy, gay culture, and art. I
joined a band. I experimented. My creativity flowered and flowed. High school
in Des Moines seemed a million years and a billion miles away. “Class Reunion” was
the final song on a school-themed cassette I wrote and recorded in December
1985.
Class Reunion
© Brian Hutzell
1985
I went back to
high school
Two years after
my commencement
Just for a visit.
Everything had
changed.
I didn't
recognize anyone.
Even the rooms
had moved.
I was so
confused.
I went back to
high school
Five years after
my commencement.
Everything was
just as I'd left it
Five years ago.
All of my friends
were there,
Unchanged by the
years.
They asked me
where I'd gone.
They said,
"You've missed so much."
"Everything
has changed."
But I knew they
were lying.
I could see very
well that I was the only one affected by time.
When I left,
I swore I'd never
go back again.
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