Last Saturday, Bong, Kara and I watched the 3rd and final installment to the HSM saga. I was excited to watch this because I knew it was one of Kara’s faves (I even bought all the HSM books I could find in Powerbooks.)
I couldn’t help but marvel at the genius that is Kenny Ortega. Imagine choreographing/directing all those wonderful production numbers. I particularly liked that scene where Troy and Chad went back to being kids in that auto salvage yard. The dance moves were difficult (hey! I am not a dancer!) but well, all the other musical numbers were superb, so I guess all would qualify as difficult, huh. I just hated Vanessa Hudgen’s voice. I mean, couldn’t they do anything at all with that? I’m sure their ears must have bled to death while they were recording, considering how shrill and irritating it is.
But as irritating as Vanessa’s voice was, I couldn’t help but feel as if I have lost something after watching the movie. I’m sure some of you would agree with me when I say that HSM kinda grows on you. And so I really felt sad knowing it is the last of the High School Musical movies Disney is going to make. (At least Kara and I feel the same. Heehee)
But yeah, I couldn’t help but reminisce about those years when not knowing about what degree to take in college was one’s biggest problem (I was in a dilemma whether to take up Mass Comm, or HRM, or Architecture since I believed I would be able to hurdle those math problems), or what to do with the one you “love” who will be miles away from you, or even what dress to wear for the prom. If only I knew that whatever degree I would take in college wouldn’t matter much with the job I am holding right now, or that high school romance is nothing compared to the one I would experience years later with the man I would marry, or even that whatever prom dress I would wear would be incomparable to the joys of wearing a maternity dress knowing that a little miracle lives inside you, then I wouldn’t have worried at all.
But when you are at that stage where all there is, is high school and the fact that you would have to face your biggest fears otherwise known as college, independence and maturity, then you really have a reason to panic. But as long as you have your family and friends on your side, and your faith that the One above will tide you over all of life’s difficulties, then you will get by. Believe me, I did.