I don’t really participate in the TBT thing. I really should, considering how much I enjoy flipping through old photos and reliving fun moments of the past. But last weekend was like if you took every throw back Thursday that I have not participated in and rolled it into one massive throwback weekend. I went home to Wisconsin, where I helped my mom clean out a few sections of the house, which were mostly clutter with items from my adolescence.
And, WOAH. Like, seriously, major major woah.
I found school projects from grade school, notes from middle school crushes, and my high school swing choir “warm fuzzies.” I found newspaper clippings of my accomplishements over the years. I found my prom court sash. I found a mug from high school graduation that I do not remember receiving. I found the letters and bars I earned, although I never bought a letter jacket. I found diaries, which all only had a few pages written in them ranging from “mom doesn’t get me” to “I can’t believe I ever liked him.” I FOUND MY BARBIES, PEOPLE. And also, my Polly Pockets.
One thing that really stood out to me was that there were a few things from teachers along the way. I really hadn’t realized the impact some of them had on me. My first grade teacher apparently had an envelope of my first grade work, and sent it to me when I graduated high school, as you can see here:
Our choir teacher had us write warm fuzzies to each other after our solos, and apparently, I kept them…
I AM SPECIAL! At least, my family thinks though. But thanks, teachers, for making sure I knew.
My amazing AP Comp teacher, who we lovingly called Doc, wrote this note at one point. I’m not sure when or why, but it’s a pretty nice message any day.
And a few other gems, as I mentioned above…
And of course, I found evidence of my college application process. What a lucky, lucky lady I am to have landed where I landed. GO DORES!!