The East Coast is burning up. Schools canceled, which almost makes me wish I was working in the local school district. I’m 21 years old, no reason why I can’t, which is a rather scary thought.
I was listening to Soco Amaretto Lime by Brand New and the line, “We’re gonna stay 18 forever!” woke me up. Holy guacamole, I’m 21, nearly 22, and 18 does not equal infinity.
I looked at my high school picture, trying to imagine how I felt while taking it. I remember being annoyed. It was almost summer break and I had to give up a Saturday morning to get it taken. I saw some friends in those final days and hugs were shared. Some memories.
I’m a third way to my first high school reunion. When did this happen? How do I make it stop?
Oh, and I’m losing the battle with the heat. Maybe I should move north – the closer to the North Pole, the better.
Finally, some relief from the heat!
Rachel, you haven’t finished college yet, and now you’re worrying about your high school reunion? Don’t worry, it will be there before you know it. Just continue to live life so that you will have something to talk about at the reunion.