Today my yearbook came in the mail, and I was really excited because finally, this year, I had actually gotten more than just my school picture in it. (Yes, I realize that most people got their yearbook ages ago, but for some reason no one told me when they came in and I was expected to just go pick it up...uhm, I live in Minnesota and my parents live in Illinois? How is this all possible?) As I went through the pictures, I was really surprised to see how much I had forgotten about senior year.
It's weird. All last year I can remember being so ready for the year to be over, to be done with my last year of high school forever. Now, as I look back, I have a little nostalgia. It's not that I miss high school--you could not pay me enough to do it again. It's more that I can see all those memories and enjoy them. It used to be that the yearbook would usually upset me at how insignificant I was in high school. Now, I can see that I had my group of friends and we still managed to have fun together, even if we weren't the most popular ones at my school. I can see those few pictures of me in the yearbook and enjoy them, and notice that the ones I wasn't in weren't important anyway.
Call me sentimental and touchy-feely, but usually I'm pretty cynical so this is something new. I guess it shows how much I've grown up since high school. Now that I'm in college, I can enjoy the fact that even though I didn't have a huge group of friends back home, I have them here. I can look at the people that I hung out with back home and realize that even though I don't really talk to any of them anymore, it's okay because now I have friends from all over the (state? country? midwest?) Midwest who are the best I could ask for.
Anyway, I cannot come up with a good ending for this now, so I'll leave it at that. And I PROMISE that I will put my West Virginia journal on here soon! PROMISE!
<3 Lolly
Song of the day: "Torn" by Natalie Imbruglia...an oldie! (kind of)
