White Washed Walls: Those last 10 years...

If you can believe it, and I barely can, This year is my 10 year Graduation reunion. And although I will not be attending, I'm left surprised that 10 years can fly by. Do you know how many memories, good or bad, you can have in 10 years? Do you realize how much can change? How much you can change?

Pic on the left, is me about a month ago, the right, the year I graded.

The person I was in High School, is long gone. But that last year of school is still pretty fresh in my mind. I can remember, vividly, knowing that my life was going to change in the biggest way. Now, I never thought of myself as a fan of school, but looking back, it was my comfort zone, and I wanted to cling to that for as long as I possibly could.

Our high school had the tradition to play, through out the schools sound system, "schools out forever". As a student of SRHS, you waited for that day, or moment. You deserved it. You worked for it. It was a good 3 minutes. haha. But when that song was over, essentially, so was our high school career. Everything we had ever known, was done.

Can you find me?

If you know me at all, you know that I am not a friend of a schedule. They make me nervous. So getting up every morning, trying not to miss the bus, be late for a class, REMEMBER my locker combination, well, it haunts my dreams to this day. I'm not kidding. At least once a month I dream I've missed the bus, forgot a combination- or whatever. Does anyone know at what age that stops? Maybe it should have stopped by now... Hmmm.

But to be done with school seemed so... cut and dry. Too final. I didn't know what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I didn't know what I wanted for lunch, never mind make a choice on a career. Granted I had let myself get wrapped in other things and never stopped to think about what came next. I thought I'd marry my first love. Yikes. So when high school ended, everything I thought I wanted- changed.

I'm pretty happy with what 10 years has brought me. But if I close my eyes long enough, sit still long enough, I can remember EXACTLY what I felt like back then. I miss having my days looked after. And my biggest concern was what I'd wear the next day.

I have no idea what my high school friends would remember me by. I guess my red hair, Like it or not, that's what everyone remembers me by. But I kinda like the idea of being remembered-- er, in a good way...