Don't judge, it was the nineties.

Don’t judge, it was the nineties.

First day of high school.  I loved loved this outfit for some reason.  Trust me, overalls were fashionable in the nineties.  I remember feeling so cool and so ready for high school.

Hello, acne.

Hello, acne.

I created this gingerbread house as a part of a special culinary class I took in school.  We made all kinds of advanced things beyond your typical Home-Ec class, and I fell in love.  This was kind of the beginning of it all for me.  I also took a marketing class my senior year and became obsessed with business.  So much so that I went on to get two business degrees.  But I never forgot the fun culinary stuff and later graduated from pastry school.  I realize I knew myself better than I thought back then.

 

I'm on the left, but I think my sister is wearing my shirt...

I’m on the left, but I think my sister is wearing my shirt…

My sister and I spent a lot of creative time during our childhood scheming up businesses, either ones we thought could actually make us money, or ones that were simply for play.  We set up pretend restaurants in our basement, spent a summer biking around the neighborhood placing babysitting flyers in mailboxes and, like in this picture, created our own beaded jewelry and display stand.  I don’t remember if this display ever made it out of our house, or if we sold any jewelry beyond our family members, but we really enjoyed the creative process.  To this day, I still want to own my own business, and someday I will.

 

Please forgive the awesome take-a-picture-of-a-picture technology I've got going on in this post.

Please forgive the awesome take-a-picture-of-a-picture technology I’ve got going on in this post.  Also, despite the death grip on my flowers, I do not have huge man-hands.

As a kid, I was painfully shy.  Dancing and theater helped me come out of my shell.  To this day, I’m still somewhat shy, but I’ve learned to turn it off when I need to.  I attribute my confidence and leadership skills to my college years, but I owe a lot to those dance lessons.  If anyone knows where to find an adult ballet class, let me know!

 

The Honeywagon: Enter At Your Own Risk.

The Honeywagon: Enter At Your Own Risk.

Senior year homecoming.  This was one of the best times, ever.  These were some of my closest friends at the time (Emily, in the middle, is still my best friend to this day) and we had such a good time that night.  How could you not, with a sweet ride like that?   Yes, that orange bus in the background, affectionately named the Honeywagon, was Emily’s method of transportation senior year, and our goofy way to get ourselves to the dance.  We didn’t take ourselves too seriously back then, which is actually one of my favorite qualities about my friendship with Emily to this day.

 

Proof that high school friendships last.  Love you, Em!

Proof that high school friendships last. Love you, Em!  And I promise I’m not wearing the same dress from Homecoming.

The Senior girls with our coach.  I'm all the way to the right.

The Senior girls with our coach. I’m all the way to the right.

Aside from dancing, I played volleyball on the school’s team from Sophomore to Senior year.  I didn’t get much playing time in those early years, but my coaches discovered in my Senior year I could serve the ball well, so I was put in during some major possessions to help our team rack up more points.  Another confidence booster, and a lesson learned—I don’t have to be good at everything, but I can shine doing one thing and make an impact.

 

Senior Prom with my cutie-patootie boyfriend, Brian.

Senior Prom with my cutie-patootie boyfriend, Brian.

My family at graduation.  I'm on the left.  On to bigger and better things!

My family at graduation. I’m on the left. On to bigger and better things!

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