Monday, October 11, 2010

A Cautionary Tale

My sister is living history.
My sister is living history.


It was the summer between my sister Biblio's junior and senior years in high school. Our local communities were facing dwindling numbers in enrollment in the schools. There were official discussions into incorporating the two high schools into one central high school.

Mother gave Biblio the bad news. The local high schools were going to merge for her senior year. That high school, that high school that had been a major rival in volleyball and basketball, would now become her high school. Those players she had battled and vanquished on the volleyball court would now be her classmates. She dropped to the floor and sobbed.

You spend so much of your high school years finding your level, your celebrity so to speak. Biblio had been a cheerleader and the highest scoring volleyball player in our high school's history. She had found her place. Now, all that was about to change. Would she measure up among her rivals?

It is hard for me to believe that the beautiful accomplished Biblio, whom I have envied all my life, was ever insecure. But high school pressures all of us, even Biblio. Now she would have to begin again. Find a new level.

She has resented this forced occupation her entire life. She wanted to graduate from the school she had attended since childhood. It was not to be.


Biblio dated well and that combined with her beauty and southern charm would be the reason this tale turned out well for her. She dated the best looking and most popular boy in the county. They were the golden couple. She won a place on the volley ball team, became a cheerleader, and was crowned Homecoming Queen.

What about the cautionary tale you ask?

Well, Biblio was invited home to celebrate that high school's homecoming. Her graduating class was the first in the history of that school and those classmates were designated the Grand Marshall's of the Homecoming Parade. All of them. A reunion of sorts.

A flatbed truck filled with those classmates made its way up and down the parade route. They waved to the crowds who whispered to each other, "Who are they?"

"Why is Biblio sitting up high behind the cab?" it was asked by those classmates. Was it her status in high school being revisited? No! As her best friend noted, she was the only old fart that could climb that high without injuring herself.

Those classmates were also invited to the celebratory Friday night volleyball game. And in case you haven't divined this nugget yet, volleyball is big in my part of the country.

Behind the ticket window was a young woman. A high school student hopefully experiencing some of the same things Biblio had in her quest for recognition. A kindred spirit? Little did this young woman know how much recognition she would garner from this one chance meeting. Why look, she's a central figure in this blog post.

"I don't think we should have to pay," Biblio told the young ticket taker. "We are members of the first volleyball team in this school." There was nodding approval from Biblio's friends.

Nothing in the young woman's face revealed her position on Biblio's celebrity. She merely sighed.

There was no response. After a few moments of silence, Biblio finally asked, "How much?"

"Nothing," replied the young woman.

"See," Biblio turned to her friends. "It's always good to ask."

"No," was the emotionless reply from the young woman. "All senior citizens get in free."

Caution! All chapters of our lives have their own leveling moments.



7 Comments:

Blogger Dorene from Ohio said...

What a great story!!

October 11, 2010 at 3:59 PM  
Blogger Apple said...

LOL - Poor Biblio!

October 11, 2010 at 4:46 PM  
Blogger footnoteMaven said...

Yes, poor Biblio. At least her knees still work!

-fM

October 11, 2010 at 5:15 PM  
Blogger Jenna said...

Ahhhhhh to be brought back down to earth so harshly!! :)

October 11, 2010 at 5:41 PM  
Blogger footnoteMaven said...

The one way Biblio and I are alike is that we don't take ourselves too seriously.

She is very down to earth and would never tell you anything about her high school accomplishments or escapades. I'm taking the mick out of her. She is going to kill me when she reads this. Make that "if."

-fM

October 11, 2010 at 6:00 PM  
Blogger Jasia said...

Ah fM, this type of post is YOU at your best. Thank you! I've missed YOU!

October 11, 2010 at 6:12 PM  
Blogger footnoteMaven said...

Truth be known, I have missed it as well.

I was afraid my "tongue in my cheek" would not be recognized.

Thank God for the Old Guard.

-fM

October 11, 2010 at 6:17 PM  

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