I went home to visit my parents over the holidays and they had a surprise waiting for me. No, not a new car or even a cashmere sweater. Instead, they pulled out ALL of the boxes of stuff I was saving for posterity (or something like that). All fifteen boxes, each filled to the brim with pictures of friends, notes from boyfriends (the 9th grade ones were by far the funniest), yearbooks, old school projects, prom photos, report cards. You name it, it was in the boxes. (I think I might be a secret hoarder – who saves fifteen boxes full of stuff?!)
I was a little stressed about going through everything. I mean, who wants to throw away memories? But I also knew I couldn’t keep that many boxes at my parents’ house anymore. They laid down the law and said I could keep one box. From fifteen to one. So…I started organizing. A big trash bag at my side, I rifled through my past for hours. And hours. And hours. It takes a LONG time to go through that much stuff. But you know what? It was kind of fun. I had to share some of the goodies from my trash/treasure hunt. I found a note from my friend Jake in 10th grade (something I’m sure he wrote while trying to avoid paying attention in chemistry) and I laughed for ten minutes after reading it. The note says it all:
Then, I found a picture from senior prom. I will say I am about the palest human being on the planet but my family had just gotten home from an awesome beach vacation so I look really tan.
And I found all of my student IDs. These were like hitting the jackpot. You can see how I changed from 8th to 12th grade (except Junior year – my wallet was stolen in 11th grade so that student ID is long gone). Talk about a trip down memory lane.