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February 10, 2005
MVU Class of 1992
I was just sitting here at my desk looking around blankly and my eyes grazed over my high school and college yearbooks.
First I picked up one from the 7th grade. The goodbye messages you collect are so funny. "To a good friend, hope you never change". "B.F.A: Best Friends Always", "To a cool kid. Don't be so hard on yourself" GAG. I was all proud of the 7th grade yearbook, though because I had a poem in it that I wrote for my friend Lynn Ogeka who died of Cancer. Wow 7th grade. Jr. High was scary.
Well, next, I picked up my senior year book entitled "Hello Goodbye". The senior section is the "Goodbye" part beginning with the lyrics to "Small Town" by John Cougar Mellencamp typed out. That song IS Highgate Ctr, VT. I went through the yearbook to find my senior picture. There I am, looking over my shoulder with a fuzziness used in the picture...CHEEZY. I had a perm, then too...but at least there were no big bangs involved. Phew.
Remember that weird section beneath the senior pic where you list out everything that is so important to you at the time: the activities you were involved in and all the cryptic messages for only you and your friends to really understand. I'm the sentimental type, so I sorta like that personal stuff. Maybe it would be fun to put one of those things together now??? Haha.
Then there's the Class Will and Class Prophecy. Apparently, the Juniors thought I'd be singing in an Italian Opera in 5 years. In the class will, I left my brothers friend Jeremy a new hat, my music teacher and my brother both patience. Patience for the teacher to deal with my brother and his friend and patience for Aaron to finish high school succesfully. Then I wrote, "I love you" to my brother Aaron. Wow, poor guy must have been mortified.
You know what else I found...this is hysterical...There was a "Most Embarassing Moment" section. My most embarassing moment in high school involved having a large girl fall on me in the middle of a basketball game in the 8th grade. ( Yes, I actually played a sport....8th grade basketball and then I managed the girls Varsity Basketball team one year. ) But here's the crazy part...one of my most embarrasing moments in college was being fallen on by a guy during one of the college basketball games. I was sitting on the floor in front of one of these pillars that were in front of the bleachers. This guy fell very precariously onto me in a very awkard position with his hands balancing him up against the pillar. What is it with me and basketball catastrophes?
I can't believe I graduated high school 13 years ago.
Posted by stacey at February 10, 2005 11:17 PM