On The Importance of Thinking

My husband is a High School drama teacher.  When we first met, I’d never been to a single play, but I was excited to learn about his world and he was very willing and patient to show it to me.  His kids have become our kids.  Several of them were in our wedding, and several others helped make sure our wedding happened.  I instantly bonded with these kids because they were the same as I was in High School.  The nerds, the geeks, the ones that were often left behind and ignored by the jocks and the A-listers.

For us, 20 years ago, the factor that brought us all together was band.  The music building somehow belonged to us band kids.  We’d sit in the lobby on the tile floor at lunch and play D&D.  We all dated each other, slept with each other, broke up with each other (I dated the tuba player, a saxophonist and two drummers during my four years in High School).  The thing was … we didn’t belong anywhere else.  We were told that every day by the other students in the school.  We were the weird ones.