Like I said before, my life isn't an eighties movie. My idol didn't write it. It so follows my high school lunch table was never a princess, a basketcase, a criminal, an athlete and a brain. It was basically seven different versions of brain.
They did carry different other elements of that core group though. Our princess brain was a very typical high headed, high maintenance girl with a killer drive to get what she wanted out of school. She had a very high strung mother.
Our athlete brain wasn't driven by the negative reinforcement as the princess was. He was driven by his want to help himself and those he cared about. Then there were sub variations of basketcase brainiacs which ranged from the edgiest to the saddest of all of us.
Then there was me. Which honestly, I have no idea where I'd put myself. I was never stereotyped by my friends, even though they constantly offensively did it to each other. But it didn't matter. We weren't the Breakfast Club.
After high school, sometimes people struggle to find things they still have in common. Sometimes it's lack of time, or just a huge distance. In New York, it's a bit different. Unless people actually dormed in another state, most of us were either commuting or dorming upstate or on Long Island.
I asked my dad if he stayed in touch with his friends from high school. He says that if people are important enough to you, it doesn't matter how big the distance is. You'll still stay friends, even if you don't talk often. When real friends see each other, they pick up right where they left off.
I was really worried that after the summer--that I made all about work and a boy--they would stop wanting to hear from me. I mean, a week after graduation I heard other kids talking about how they had already cut a lot of people off. But now I know who my real friends are. The princess still calls, and we still help each other with essays. I still can call on one of the basketcases when I'm in tears.
Ironically, the athlete doesn't even make conversation with me when I'm on his cashier line, despite the fact we work in the same shopping center.
Like I said, we're not the Breakfast Club. Our story doesn't have an end yet.
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