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Friday, June 27, 2003
Once Upon A Time
I received an email from an old high school friend today and it brought back so many memories. It's hard to believe I graduated a little over 8 years ago. I still remember rushing to my locker to grab my books, rushing out to snag a picnic table for lunch, rushing to the bus to get the best seats (in the back, as far away from the bus driver as possible). Choir was just an excuse to cut up and talk about boys. Weight lifting was a great time to flirt with said boys. My chemistry teacher wore purple socks nearly every day. Pizza day was every Wednesday and was, by far, the best lunch of the week. Corn dogs were the worst. The Xerox machine smelled like Pizza Hut personal pan pizzas. Our uniform skirts had to be knee length, but on the last day of school, we all rolled the waist up to make them shorter. Through teenaged eyes everything was so dramatic. It was like a mini soap opera with new plot twists every week. Now I'm more worried about getting the crayon out of Ethan's mouth while simultaneously paying the bills and stirring the pasta. I guess that's part of growing up.
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