So….my senior high school picture is in the local paper today.
It’s not like I didn’t know this was going to happen, but still, it was a bit of a shock to open up the paper and actually see it there. Yikes. When the reporter first contacted me, asking if she could interview me for a story about life after high school, and how it is and isn’t what you planned, I was like, sure. Sounds good. Then she said they wanted to run high school pictures along with the piece, and I felt my stomach drop. But by then I’d already said yes, so I had to do it. So today, people all over the Triangle area will open up the Life, Etc section at the breakfast table only to see me, rocking my big eighties bangs, Deadhead bracelet and red shirt from the Limited, circa 1988. God help me.
Actually, it’s been a bit of a high school nostalgia weekend already, for various reasons. First, because I went to a high school graduation on Friday night, where I sat and listened to speeches about The Real World and The Future, heavy topics but ones that were full of hope, as they should be at commencements. On the flip side, while cashing in my change at the Coinstar at the grocery store yesterday, I saw someone I knew when I was in high school, someone who was NOT in high school at the time, someone I NEVER should have been hanging out with in the first place, someone who I believe has been incarcerated since. When he glanced at me, and I turned away quick, pretending I hadn’t seen him. What does that say about me? I mean, I’m the one cashing in change, right? Oh, I can’t even think about it.
If I’d only moved away after high school, like most people do, the chances of bumping into people who knew me with my big bangs would be minimal, if not nonexistent. But then, I wouldn’t get to see all my friends. Who, I am sure, are all cracking themselves up looking at my picture in the paper this morning. Laugh away, people. I remember what YOU looked like in 1988!
Further proof that high school nostalgia is in the air: the cast of the Breakfast Club is supposedly reuniting for the MTV Movie Awards. Talk about a blast from the past. I can’t believe they all agreed to do this. I wonder where THEY thought they’d be when they were eighteen?
The truth is, and we all know it, life never turns out like you plan. No one can ever really know exactly what they’re going to be at eighteen (for instance, I was going to go into advertising. Seriously). Life is about finding your way, the twists and turns, the falling down and, most importantly, the getting back up. It’s all part of the trip. The best you can do is your best. And always remember to hang your head out the window, turn the radio up, and enjoy the ride.