Thursday, April 24, 2014

Has it really been...?

It barely feels like any time has passed since I was in high school. Dancing in Show Choir, acting in plays, studying, researching Queen Elizabeth for National History Day. There was the stress of tests, and friendships, auditions, contests. Craziness ensued, but I still managed to escape unscathed (and in several of my senior yearbook photos, despite being out sick for group pictures).

Bellevue East Jazz Festival, 2001
High school is that awkward stage where only a select few make it through looking and acting fabulous all the time, and those few are usually in movies, and not even teenagers. When I was in high school, I started feeling more comfortable with who I was. I remember that I'd started not caring what people thought, and doing my own thing when I was fifteen. I took classes that my friends didn't because I wanted to branch out, and I'm glad I did. If I hadn't taken French or Painting, I never would've gotten super close to my friend, Sara, and if I hadn't taken Painting, I would've had to take Geology (I tried to skip that science requirement), but was forced to take Science my Senior Year, and opted to take Human Biology, which I think enforced how much I like health-related subjects. The human body is fascinating.

Me and my friend, Jesse, singing "All I ask of You" in 2002
Most of the subjects I stuck to in school, however, I was comfortable with: Choir, Drama. These were what I thought were my passions, and I had a mad desire to be an actress in Hollywood. That was my goal, and nothing could keep me from it.

My sister and I singing "Tell Him" in 2001
I think I was known as the girl who likes Celine Dion, which is an embarassing moniker, but embarassing is the name of the game in high school. I have plenty of stories that I'll be keeping mum about from high school, because they make me blush to high heaven just thinking about them now. Ten years, and there's still an impact.


Me and my Senior Prom Date, Reggie, 2004
Senior Year was not my most stressful (that would be my Sophomore Year). I was busy with getting ready for college, and participating in show choir, but since drama club tanked by then (We started out with a teacher who seemed cool, but she flaked out two months in), so that freed up a lot of my time. Senior year was probably more frustrating than any, just because of Drama (Theatre, not Teenage Drama). Despite everything, the end of the year went well. To my surprise, so many classmates that I didn't think even knew me gave me hugs and said they'd miss me. Must be what HIMYM referred to as "Graduation Goggles," and now those goggles are coming back with the Reunion coming up. 

Don't get me wrong, I'm interested to see where everyone has gone, and if their life paths have changed as much as mine has (I'm NOWHERE near where I thought I'd be). Truthfully, though, I'm a professional writer. I have a day job, like many freelance writers do to make ends meet. I'm active in my church, I love to travel, I'm too poor to have my own place, and I haven't found the elusive One yet. That's me, in a nutshell. 

I did it. 2004
I'm actually kind of excited for the Reunion now. My high school best friend always talked it down, and I didn't really want to go until this year. Guess it's something that you don't really care to do until you reach that peak. It's not until September, so we'll see how it goes.

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