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Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Just a Dream

Last night I had a dream I was back in high school. I have similar dreams quite a bit. The school never looks quite the same, and sometimes I'm married, but usually I'm always in my senior year and trying to graduate. The other day my husband asked me, if given the chance, would I go back to high school. I told him if I could go back with the same people, absolutely. I loved high school. There were some rough parts and some not-so-great-decisions made, but for the most part it was wonderful. I loved being involved and getting dressed up for games and dances. I loved spending every waking moment with my friends.

Looking back at the whole experience, one of my favorite memories has to be the closing assembly my senior year. At the end of each assembly, the seniors would go up to the front and lead the school in the school song. Knowing that it would probably be the last time I ever sung the song I got a little emotional. After the song was sung, in all its glory, we all stayed congregated at the front of the auditorium while the rest of the room dispersed. So many people stayed up there and we just talked...about things we had done while in school together, the day we met, stupid things we did that made us laugh. I talked and laughed and cried with people I hadn't been close to since elementary school. I hugged people I never thought I would ever hug. I forgave people I knew I probably wouldn't see again. I loved that moment. I bet we stayed up on the stage for over an hour just reminiscing of days past and wishing we could relive them over and over.
So many of my friends, I met in high school; most of whom I still keep in contact with. They are some of my favorite people and are part of some of my favorite memories. I know that even if I haven't seen or talked to them in awhile, that we could still pick up right where we left off and have a great time.
I was good at high school. I was good at making friends and being involved. I was good at loving my school. I wasn't so good at always going to class or having the greatest grades, but I made it through. Without even realizing it, high school shaped me for who I would become.

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