How do I remember such a weird milestone? Because I graduated high school wearing those same braces. My parents wouldn't let me get them taken off before my senior pictures like the lucky girl's parents did.
I was so jealous that the lucky girl got hers taken off just in time for pictures and I still had a year to go.
I'm still bitter about it.
(But I looked like that back then and could have used all the help I could get.)
(I probably should have invested more time in worrying about my hair and less about my braces.)
(Clear braces turn yellow. Did anyone know that? Well, they do. Bright yellow.)
(If only I had a time machine.)
It's so funny what you remember about a time period in which you would love to forget.
I remember being intimidated by the popular crowd and the "jocks".
I remember thinking that one critical mistake would be the legacy by which people would define me.
I remember agonizing over a pimple (and those darn braces) thinking my life was ruined forever.
I remember wearing Skip's letterman's jacket and feeling like I didn't deserve it.
I remember teachers that liked me and teachers that didn't.
I remember being more concerned about my after school activities than my school work.
I remember the smell of the halls and the sound of Mrs. L's clickety tall boots.
I remember feeling inspired by a science teacher and humiliated by a math one.
I remember wishing I had better clothes and better hair and better shoes.
*somethingsneverchange*
I remember carrying around my insecurities like a giant backpack.
I remember sitting on those bleachers waiting for them to call my name so my grown up life could begin.
A twenty year reunion seems ridiculous when you are 18. The world is ahead of you and you are invincible. Anything is possible. Everything is attainable. The gap between what you know and what you THINK you know is huge.
Eighteen is a cocky age.
Thirty eight, not so much. You (hopefully) have ripened and softened and been seasoned by life. You (hopefully) have become the person you wish you could have been in high school. Confident, wise, stable, proven.
Improved.
Twenty years is the perfect amount of time for a reunion. Not that I wasn't a nervous wreck when the planning committee started to send out facebook plans. I was a MESS trying to get ready for the reunion. I struggled with my weight and my clothes and my hair just like I did 20 years ago.
But I knew something that I didn't back then.
I knew I was SAFE. No matter what I blurted out of my mouth, or if my shoes weren't exactly right, or even if I woke up with a zit the size of Texas.
I was safe. I knew that life would go on even if these people didn't like me anymore. It wouldn't change my life to be rejected or snubbed. My high school self was going to be OK no matter what!
And I am so glad that I realized that. It was such a fun weekend. It was great to see old friends and find out where life has taken them since high school. Everyone was so sweet and genuinely interested in one another. Such a relief to know that none of that high school stuff mattered anymore.
Here's to the next 20 years.
May we all continue to improve!
And about those braces, SOOOOO thankful! Even if my 18 year-old self was mentally scarred. She'll get over it.
