Two words: Jordan Catalano. *sigh, swoon, melt* Yesterday Netflix sent a DVD to our house that was really supposed to go to my brother’s fiance in Idaho. I opened the envelope and found three episodes from the show My So Called Life. I LOVED this show! It premiered in 1994 when I was 15 (same age as the title character Angela) but thanks to those corporate network execs that I love so much, it only lasted one season.
Angela was me. I couldn’t believe they created a show that so perfectly thought what I was thinking. And while the show was great in its own right, I really tuned in every week for Jordan. Re-watching it now, I realize there wasn’t much to his character. He wasn’t deep by any means, hardly had any lines at all come to think of it but he really didn’t need to.
That picture on top graced the back of my bedroom door for close to 12 years before I finally gave in to imaginary social pressure that told me I was too old to have a collage of men on my bedroom door. I may have taken him down but I didn’t have the heart to toss him in the trash with everyone else so somewhere in a box in the garage there Jared Leto sits. But he’s not alone, I’m pretty sure I salvaged Mark Wahlberg as well.
A few years ago I went to a 30 Seconds to Mars show and got to meet, albeit incredibly briefly, Jared. And while it was brief, it was long enough to look and see that his eyes really are that blue. And at least I didn’t pull this little stunt when he asked me a question.
Anyway, watching the show took me back in time to my freshman year like it was yesterday. The clothes, the hair, the makeup, how I thought everything was dramatic and no one except my peers knew how I was feeling. It kind of felt exciting. Everything was new, you hadn’t been around long enough to experience anything yet. Looking back through the years I have some good memories and some bad ones, but they’re all a bit hazy in comparison to what I remember about high school. I’m sure my recollection is slightly warped but didn’t it seem like we were so much more mature than the kids in high school are now? I’m sure of it.
Then I remembered during my senior year there was a sophomore that reminded me of Jordan Catalano. He was the oldest looking sophomore I’d ever seen. Had the same blue eyes, easy smile, and same sort of laid back style and vibe that Jordan had. Only this guy hung out with the popular crowd, probably for those same reasons. I didn’t have the same sort of mad crush Angela had on Jordan…well crap, or the way I had on Jordan, but noticed him in the halls from time to time.
For a few summers while I was in college, I worked on the landscape crew at the local university. It was my second summer working there when who should get hired? None other than this guy from high school. To be honest I don’t really remember that much about him. How’s that for an anti-climax? I’m thinking he was a nice guy, we probably had some fun here and there but the overall memory is vague. Geez, talk about a bummer.
Well, I decided to look this guy up and naturally found him on facebook. Ack! Not looking so much like Jordan Catalano anymore. Not that he looks bad but when your vague memory looks like guy in the above pictures, all I’m saying is be prepared to be disappointed.
And just like that I remember it’s not 1994. It’s 2010. I’m not 15, I’m almost 31. And I think, high school was limiting. It was the same thing spit out again and again for four years. It was the same people year after year. What was exciting and new your freshman year, became an overplayed song on the radio that you either grew to hate or numbly ignored by your senior year.
But then I think of the Jordan Catalanos in high school and can’t help but smile.