Tuesday, August 14, 2012

When I Grow Up.

NOTE: I can't believe that I'm at this point in my life or that I'm writing this post.

"When I grow up to be a man 
Will I dig the same things that turn me on as a kid? 
Will I look back and say that I wish I hadn't done what I did?" 
-When I Grow Up (To Be A Man), The Beach Boys

Ten years ago today was my first day of my senior year of high school. When I started that day, I remember thinking that I would never forget this date for as long as I lived. But I had to look it up on the internet to figure it out before I wrote this post. Funny how our world changes once we leave high school.

But I do remember A LOT of the events from that day.

It's an annual tradition at my high school for the girls to spend the night together before the first night of school. We stayed up late dreading the homework we'd get from the FIRST! DAY! of classes (I'd kill for that homework now.), planning when to stand on the Senior Wall in the patio, determining that we were definitely packing our lunches, watching movies, talking boys, listening to music, and eating lots and lots of pizza.

It almost MIGHT be a tradition for the Senior Prank to happen the night before the first day of school too. But that's a big, very doubtful, highly unlikely, leaning towards the 50% that is a NO answer, MIGHT. Not that there was any evidence left behind anyways, because it poured buckets of rain our first day of school.

Ahem.

I had to get up earlier than usual to run home to get ready for school, because y'all know this girl was NOT going to start her first day of Senior Year with "skanky" hair. I also had to run home for the annual first day of school picture that my dad insisted upon and that I now love and cherish.

It was a big day of firsts for not only me, but my siblings as well.
It was Jessi's first day as a "top dawg" at the junior high.(In our school at the time, freshmen were still at the junior high.)
It was Loren and Will's first day of kindergarten as well.

I don't remember my parents being a hot mess that day at all. However, I do remember we took more shots than usual for a first day of school picture.

I wore my sleepover t-shirt and jeans and chunky black flip-flops. I had a blue backpack from Old Navy, my planner, a Five Star college ruled notebook (because who would dare carry something otherwise!), my favorite pens at the time (Pentel Pen R.S.V.P. Black Fine Point Ink thankyouverymuch!), and my packed lunch. We left early that day, because I had to get a good parking spot for football practice later, and we cranked out the Beach Boys on the way to school in my beloved Camaro.

My classes were as follows:

First Tri-
  • First Hour- Public Relations Aide aka Office Aide for the Principal aka Blow-Off Class
  • Second Hour- AP English with one of my favorite high school teachers.
  • Third Hour- Select Choir
  • Fourth Hour- Anatomy and Physiology with my other favorite high school teacher.
  • Fifth Hour-Athletics 
Second Tri-
  • First Hour- World History
  • Second Hour- Health - a requirement that I'd put off until the last possible opportunity
  • Third Hour- Select Choir
  • Fourth Hour- Anatomy and Physiology 
  • Fifth Hour- Athletics
Third Tri-
  • First Hour- World History
  • Second Hour - AP English
  • Third Hour - Select Choir
  • Fourth Hour - Anatomy and Physiology
  • Fifth Hour -Athletics
I also remember thinking about growing up a lot that day. The start of this school year meant the beginning of the end of being a kid...or so I thought.

I'm still working on that what I want to be when I grow up part as far as the job is concerned. Truthfully, I'm still working on what I want to be when I grow up in general. I have a better understanding of what I want it to look like and general goals, but nailing it down won't be happening any time soon.

But I still feel like a kid most days. Learning how to do this adult thing is still really hard and there is a lot that the 18 year old today would never have imagined to happen that has happened.

And yet...I wouldn't change any of it, because here I sit in the middle of achieving a dream that started in high school, married and the happiest I've ever been. So I say, bring on the next ten years! 

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1 comment:

Jessika said...

First of all, how in the world do you remember your schedule?!?!?! and second, ohhhh the memories of the "senior wall" and third, it's hard to believe Jess and I were little freshmen!! Ha good times, good times.

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