The 10th anniversary of my high school graduation is coming up in a few months and it has me thinking about how much I’ve changed since high school.
(Top left. On the bus after a marching band competition.)
Who were you in high school?
(Holy crap, I was tan.)
I know a lot of people hated high school, but I actually had a lot of really pleasant experiences. Would I go back? No way! But I definitely enjoyed that time in my life. In high school, I was . . .
(Top row, second from the right, #54)
An overachiever. I was in pretty much everything I could be in. French Club, Art Club, Volleyball, Prom Committee, Academic Bowl, Science Olympiad, Spell Bowl, Color Guard, Winter Guard, Sunshine Girls, SADD. Beyond this, I took all the college credit classes I could and made sure to get an academic honor’s diploma with honors. I took one study hour session my senior year and hated it so much that I volunteered my time to help out one of my favorite teachers instead of slacking off for an hour. I was super focused on getting into a good college and getting scholarships.
(You may have seen this green wig before. . .)
A band geek. Okay, so I didn’t play any instruments, but I was totally in the color guard and performed in the marching band. I loved it and being in flags was definitely part of my identity. All my friends were in marching band and pretty much my high school life revolved around it. To this day, I still miss performing. I’m a total ham. 😛
(In the middle. With the mic. Singing karaoke.)
Moderately popular. Mostly just because I went to the same school K-12 and it was a tiny school, so most of the cliques had very fuzzy lines. It’s hard not to be friends with someone you’ve been in school with for 12 years, regardless which clique you run with. Also, since I was in everything, I knew everyone. And I giggled a lot. People like gigglers.
(Group project in English class. I wore that black cardigan yesterday, no joke. And I still love black nail polish. And Blow Pops.)
A goody-two-shoes. I was super naive and a little bit sheltered and so were most of my good friends. We never really got into trouble. I’d say I was a pretty easy teenager for my parents to handle (other than the hormonal screaming fits). No drinking. No drugs. No sneaking out. I did get pulled over once for speeding (first of many times in my life). But other than that, pretty squeaky clean.
(Painting a mural on the wall in the French classroom. And my favorite black cardigan again.)
Artsy. Again, small school, so there were a handful of us that were “marked” as the artists of the school. Sometimes I hated it. I just wanted to be “normal” and being a funky-clothes wearing, outgoing, art kid was not normal in a tiny Indiana school.
(Junior Prom! I still have that red dress. And now that I think about it, probably fit in it now.)
Totally boy crazy. I had my first serious boyfriend at 15 (more on this in this weekend’s Ask Me Anything post) and never looked back. I almost always had a boyfriend or a crush or something. It helped that I get along with guys very, very well (I’m a guy’s girl, if you will) so I always had boys around me.
Okay, now that I list all of those out, maybe I haven’t changed all that much. What about you?