Loved high school.
Getting together with my two best high school friends reminded me of that.
However, after finding a box of "memorabilia" while at my parents house,
I was reminded once again....
However, after finding a box of "memorabilia" while at my parents house,
I was reminded once again....
you couldn't pay me to go back. Drama!
The scary thing is, I will have to go back to high school. At least watch my daughter go through it. And she will be going through high school in a world of Facebook and texting and whatever else they can come up with in the next decade.
And no matter how much I will want her to believe it, she will ignore my assurances that "None of this will matter in a few years."
The scary thing is, I will have to go back to high school. At least watch my daughter go through it. And she will be going through high school in a world of Facebook and texting and whatever else they can come up with in the next decade.
And no matter how much I will want her to believe it, she will ignore my assurances that "None of this will matter in a few years."
Maybe being a 30-something isn't so bad.
Though I'm feeling a little uncool not having bangs....
