Today I received a wonderful blast from the past. My dear friend, Emily, drove over from Augusta, where she is a medical student, to spend the day catching up and reminiscing with me. Emily and I met in the 7th grade when she moved to my hometown from Savannah. We became fast friends and managed to keep our friendship strong through the rocky years of middle and high school. We spent weekends at each other's houses, watching movies and doing what every teenage girls do - talk about boys! We were so boy crazy! I think we reached stalker level a couple times. I laughed today as name after name came up of boys we had crushes on. What were we thinking?
Emily and I attended a small private school, with only 17 students in our graduating class. We didn't have a football team or band. Our teachers often moved up with us to teach us all the way from middle to high school. And we were given a lot of freedom. Our senior year, Emily and I spent more time at the local college and at our favorite mexican resturant than at school. It wasn't your typical high school experience. Today as we looked back over the years, I am shocked at how hard it was for me to bring to mind every person that made up our class. Are we really that unforgettable? As dramatic as those years were, I look back on my high school days with fondness. I was confident, skinny, boy crazy, and really happy. Would I go back? Never. But it sure was fun spending the afternoon thinking about it.
Emily and I attended a small private school, with only 17 students in our graduating class. We didn't have a football team or band. Our teachers often moved up with us to teach us all the way from middle to high school. And we were given a lot of freedom. Our senior year, Emily and I spent more time at the local college and at our favorite mexican resturant than at school. It wasn't your typical high school experience. Today as we looked back over the years, I am shocked at how hard it was for me to bring to mind every person that made up our class. Are we really that unforgettable? As dramatic as those years were, I look back on my high school days with fondness. I was confident, skinny, boy crazy, and really happy. Would I go back? Never. But it sure was fun spending the afternoon thinking about it.
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