Late Night Traveling Down Memory Lane

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Last night, I decided to look an old yearbook. I pulled the yearbook out, and to my surprise, the whole middle shelf fell down, and I spent the next ten minutes trying to fix the shelf. After that, I flipped through my yearbook, probably a little bit delirious, because it was pretty late, and I should’ve been asleep instead of flipping through an old yearbook.

I liked to think that year of high school was fun. I liked to reflect on that year and think, “That was a good year.” However, looking back, I don’t think I liked it back then. People say, “The grass is always greener on the other side” and I suppose so. I don’t know for sure if that quote is supposed to be referring to memories because the real meaning of that quote is jumbled inside my head with a bunch of other information. Anyways, over the years, I probably glossed over the bad memories and replaced them with happier ones.

It wasn’t like that year was a bad year overall, because it wasn’t.  It was crazy. I think that was the best way of describing it. It was… interesting. I had  joined a club that year, because I was getting a ride with my friend to her house, and she needed to stay after for that club. I joined the club on a whim. I can look back now and smile, laugh even, but back then, I went to some meetings with a little anger. My friend had decided that I had a crush on a boy who was also in the club, and would tease me to no end. It got even worse when another club member decided to join in on the fun.  Even with my denials, it still went on. It was the running joke for that year, and even now, I still joke around sometimes about it.

Memories flooded back, whether I wanted them to or not. I remembered the happy days, the sad days, the days in which I wanted to be older. That wish seemed to be a recurring desire among the years, but now, I don’t know. I am both in fear of growing up and excited at the same time.

I think somebody said that photos or at least expressions reflected who someone was. I don’t know. Even candid shots of me, walking through the hallways, drinking water, or doing something normal high schoolers do, I am smiling. Was I really happy then? Maybe.

I don’t know what I’m trying to say with this post, for myself, for you, readers, because…  I’m in the midst of discovering myself (#teenageproblems) . Anyways,  I hope this year will be fun and memorable (it’s already half way through! #timeflies)

I think for this blog, it’ll have a mixture of personal thoughts, photos and book reviews because I find it boring to just blog about one topic. I’m in the midst of figuring out where this blog is going (along with trying to figure out myself (#teenagebloggerproblems) but in the end, this blog is a diary of sorts. My thoughts about life and books because in the end, books are about life. 

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