Richard Tocci

Richard Tocci
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Sunday, July 27, 2008

20 Years

Last night I attended my 20 year high school reunion in Rising Sun, Mayland. It was a great evening, filled with food, laughter, and friends, and it lasted well into the early hours of the morning. I was very proud of our web site and was happy to see it was well received. I was given many, many compliments and enjoyed hearing how, without the site, some may not have attended at all. In fact, I received a few suggestions for the slideshows I posted, so I still have some work to do when I get home.

My high school career was different than most of my classmates. I attended Rising Sun High School from 1984 till 1988, but before that I attended a different school system, just up the road. Cecil County, Maryland is one large school system, broken down into 5 high schools, each with a middle school and a series of elementary schools that feed each high school. I lived in an area that fed both North East and Rising Sun, so, essentially, I had my choice of schools to attend.

My middle school career, while for the most part enjoyable, was not ideal, and I made a choice in 1984 to move from North East to Rising Sun. Bullying and picking on kids is a bigger deal nowadays than it was 24 years ago, and I was, unfortunately, one of those kids that was picked on and bullied more than others. When it came time to go to high school, I felt I would better serve myself, and my future, to start fresh at Rising Sun, and it turned out to be a very good decision.

I still kept in contact with those friends I did have at North East. In my senior year, I attended AP Calculus classes at North East High School, so I saw many of those classesmates throughout the year.

Last night, Jill, one of my Rising Sun classmates (and cohorts in crime building our web site), visited the North East High School 20 year reunion. It was amazing that the two classes held their respective reunions on the same night, and it was more amazing when I showed up to North East's after party at a local bar. Since I did not see those faces as often as my Rising Sun classmates, I recognized some faces, others not, but overall was as amazed, shocked, and excited as I was in Rising Sun.

While reintroducing myself to many people, one stood out. I won't use her real name because it's not necessary, so I'll call her B. When I saw her, I recognized her but like many North East classmates, I had to ask the woman's name, and my friend Dee told me. I reintroduced myself to B, and she hugged me and asked the normal gambit of questions about kids, marriage, residence, and job.

Then, she stopped suddenly and, with tears nearly in her eyes, said "We were mean to you."

I stopped for a moment and started to recall memories I think I either repressed or simply forgot about. B mentioned one incident in particular that was probably the most mortifying experience in middle school -- I was spit on while under the bleachers for whatever reason it was I was under there, and was laughed at while it happened.

B apologized several times over for what happened, and I told her not to worry about it. Kids are mean sometimes -- they do not always accept diversity, and are not very apologetic -- but in time, kids become teens and then adults, and most times they learn from their mistakes. B optimized this belief. After I told her a few times that the incident was forgotten, she explained why she felt as bad as she did at that moment. B now has kids of her own. She told me she realized she behaved in a way that she would not want her kids to behave, nor would she want her kids to experience from other kids. This solidifies the other belief I have -- having kids changes you, too, and in this case, made a person who was genuinely mean to me a better person.

So I want B to know that I value her apology very much. It means a lot to me that someone can look me in the eye and apologize for past transgressions even after 24 years, no matter how small, and even after I have forgotten about it. It means a lot to me because it gives me hope -- there ARE good people in this world, and sometimes it takes a couple of decades for that good to come out. It means I may have made a difference in someone else life, and now someone else has made a difference in mine. That will help ME raise MY children better, and that's one goal I will never shy away from.

2 comments:

Mary Lee Grant said...

I like your blog. Especially the post about your relationship with your son. Good stuff!
Mary Lee

LaLoosh said...

Any one who has kids understands later in life how being ignorant to each other can effect ssomeone for a long time if not forever. If someone does not have remorse after doing that to someone else in their youth than they should just be shot and call it a DSF(Did society a favor). I used to call a friend poindexter in high school by I hope he knew what a term of endearment at the time and was not meant to make fun of them at anytime because I was not the coolest of kids either.