SUNITA Bala was telling me when RealArtWorks began the process of creating the Homecoming (see page 3) with The Big Yarn Day, old students from Lismore High from as far back as the 1940s came telling stories of where at the school they had their first kiss or used to sneak for a quick ciggie. Over last weekend's extravaganza to celebrate The Building Still Lives event there was a reunion lunch and a singing of the school song. They re-enacted the school war cry and swapped flood stories. One person who featured largely in many people's reminiscences was Harry Crether, who even had a song written about him. Since 1956, it was his milkbar, Wunderbar, where most of the high school socialising took place. He remembers "the ladies all dressed up with their gloves and hats for church and to go shopping.” It is funny isn't it what you remember about your school days? At the moment my second oldest is doing the HSC. She is filled with all the requisite angst that comes from sitting a standardised test and is worried if she doesn't get the mark she wants, life as she knows it won't be worth living. Why is it I can't imagine many of those returning over the weekend spent much time waxing lyrical about their final mark?
In the long run, it's not the number that defines you, its the relationships you had.
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