Thanks to Nadine at Life by Nadine Lynn for this post idea!
I was overwhelmed by the amount of people I went to high school with - there were over 700 in my graduating class alone. I was awful with names and only so so with faces. The best chance of me knowing someone was if I went to elementary and junior high with them too.
I told it like it is then just like I do now. I like to think I'm more tactful now as an adult but that's probably not true. Blunt seems to be in my bones.
I told it like it is then just like I do now. I like to think I'm more tactful now as an adult but that's probably not true. Blunt seems to be in my bones.
You had to do research and find people and things. Computers, email, cell phones were not a thing. I remember some class in the business center with word processors and that crazy computer paper. I never used those skills again after leaving that room.
Homeroom made me feel awkward because it was early, pointless, and I was bad at small talk but I didn't know to feel okay about hating small talk back then so I just felt awkward and weird. Talking about being tired seemed to be my fall back.
I totally looked forward to the History Club trips. We laughed so much. I remember them fondly.
Homeroom made me feel awkward because it was early, pointless, and I was bad at small talk but I didn't know to feel okay about hating small talk back then so I just felt awkward and weird. Talking about being tired seemed to be my fall back.
I totally looked forward to the History Club trips. We laughed so much. I remember them fondly.
I was frequently tardy senior year, mostly because I was up late talking on the phone and listening to Christopher Knight on the radio.
When I said I'd be friends with my core group of friends forever, I meant it. I still have the same best friends now as I did
then. The guys too, they're just not pictured here. I had lost touch with some other friends but reconnected with many through Facebook, which has been nice.
I didn't sleep a wink the night before the first day of sophomore year.
I didn't sleep a wink the night before the first day of sophomore year.
I was in a distracted daze due to my parents' split and eventual divorce for most of junior and senior year. A lot of daily life details from that time have slipped my mind.
I nearly crashed my car searching blindly on the passenger side floor for the mixed tape with Hey Jealousy on it. I did crash my car while driving with Jenny to Gym Night practice on the winding road through Parkland from Penndel to the high school.
Maybe now is a good time to mention I failed my driver's test four times. I'm a good driver though, I swear!
I went to and hosted parties but was a goody goody at heart and never wanted to get in trouble.
I liked school and my teachers a lot. Except for Mrs. Fricke's Algebra II class.
I really loved the view of the drive coming in and the stadium. I still do. I also love that it's called Heartbreak Ridge.
Everything seemed urgent and important...99% of it wasn't.
I didn't believe in school dances and had zero desire to attend any of them. I only went to the senior prom because my mom wanted me to. Laura went to all the dances, including the sophomore dance with MFD, who was late picking her up because he was getting a hair cut. I love that story and that it is still applicable today - Laura is still always on time and MFD is still frequently late due to hair cut timing issues.
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Pic courtesy of Laura |
I never cleaned my room and there were huge piles of clothes everywhere. The thought makes me want to die now.
I was an idealist and then all of the sudden I wasn't. That felt liberating and adult.
I worked 20-30 hours a week at Macy's and chose work over senior week after senior year. I loved making my own money and I still do.
I was an idealist and then all of the sudden I wasn't. That felt liberating and adult.
I worked 20-30 hours a week at Macy's and chose work over senior week after senior year. I loved making my own money and I still do.
I enjoyed writing and thought it would be easy to crank out a best selling novel. Fiction has been an elusive mistress in the ensuing 19 years so here I am with a blog because I still enjoy relating through writing.