First, I am officially down to two weeks of undergrad classes. This trek to get a piece of paper has taken 15 years, involved 5 schools, and covered 4 states. I apologize for the lack of posts, but I'm exhausted.
Now to the interesting part of my week. So, I'm hanging out in my office (cube) and I get an e-mail that a visitor from our sister company will be hanging out in the *real* office near my cube. I'm still new and I want to build some credibility so I introduce myself to this Senior HR person. We start talking about where he's from (Nashville) and where he grew up (Memphis) and it turns out that we went to the same freaking elementary school together. Cue Twilight Zone music. He was three years ahead of me so I didn't know him, but you better believe I pulled out my yearbooks to check it out!
Later that same day, I am checking Facebook (I am an addict) and I have a friend request...from my friend from elementary school! Not exactly sure how she found me, but WOW! Two people in one day...bizzare for sure.
To further emphasize how long it's been since I was at Ross Elementary, or any other school in Memphis, I received an invitation for my 15 year high school reunion.
This got me thinking about school and what I learned or didn't learn. As I was digging up my yearbooks, I decided I would document some memorable moments in my young educational career. My highlights are based on which yearbooks I still have, so please don't think that this is all I learned...
First grade: I don't remember anything. I just think it is funny that in my yearbook I wrote my own name above my picture. I also think it's funny that my hair has wings. (hehee wings - have a happy period.)
Sixth grade: This may be the first year that I was truly called a tomboy. In fact, I am pretty sure that this picture was taken after a rousing game of kickball on the field behind the school.
The only thing that I remember about sixth grade is that girls never got picked first in gym class and Steal the Bacon is the best game in the world.
Ninth grade: I have no excuse for that shirt. All I can imagine is that my tomboy tendencies never ceased. At least I brushed my hair.
This was my first year in a school where I didn't know anyone. Totally awesome.
Tenth grade: No comment about the outfit or the haircut.
Lots of firsts this year. First job. First D in a class (I still hate history). First time I well-you-know. (Sorry you had to find out like this, Dad, but surely you knew.)
Eleventh grade: Boo for SATs! Boo for college applications! Boo for no driver's license! Hooray for $4.25 an hour!
Senior year: My last year of high school is a blur. I mostly remember working in the mall, hanging out with J** and M**, and planning what my life would be like when I grew up.
I'm glad my plans failed.
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That was totally fun to read/look at! You've almost convinced me to pull out my old yearbooks too but I have a nigling feeling that I'm going to be forced to relive many embarssing moments if I do that so I'm resisting the urge. Congratulations on almost graduating!
ReplyDeleteAs soon as I read your comment about yearbooks I thought, "I want to see a picture of Nikol in first grade." AWESOME! This is hilarious. And even more hilarious that you wrote your name over your own picture. I can't believe 10th grade was the first time you made out with a boy. I didn't do that 'til 12th.
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