I’m going to go have dinner at an old friend’s house tonight. I haven’t seen her in just about a year, so we have plenty of catching up to do over dinner and wine. I hear she is making chicken alfredo. My favorite, so I am very excited.
She reminds me of high school, my good old days.
Honestly, most people I know totally hated high school. They thought it was a total drag and couldn’t wait to get out of there, but I had a total blast and have mostly fond memories of the whole experience.
I was in marching band, two different choirs, I had friends in all different grades and in all different cliques, no one bothered me since the school was big enough to get past that whole being mean to the people you didn’t like thing. It was great.
I lived at home still, had no bills or responsibilities other than keeping up my grades and keeping to the rules. It was a very simple time, looking back. I didn’t know how good I had in then, before the crushing responsibilities of adulthood that I didn’t even know were coming.
It was the last time of my life that I had the ability to not have a single care in the world, and man, if I had known then what I know now, I think I would have broken the rules a little bit more – maybe even a lot more – and done more things and gone more places and been with more people.
Ah, to have youth again!
Elise, if you are reading this, cherish that shit. Don’t knock high school. Ten years after they’re over you’re going to start thinking they were the best years of your life, and fifteen years after you will know for sure. I’m sure I do.
I’m pinched for time today and coming up with a creative blog topic is not within my realm of ability at the moment so I am falling back on WordPress.com’s Daily Prompt today, which is: