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The redhead is me, senior year, with 2 close friends – on the football field, where I spent much of my time.

Year: 1996-2000

School: Glastonbury High School

Faves: Angsty music, wide-leg jeans, Seventeen Magazine, and dramatic poetry

Aaaaah, high school.  Where do I even begin?  This was a tough one for me to write because I’m simply not a sentimental person.  I don’t keep old pictures or mementos around and, though I think of old friends and how they are now, I rarely think back to the details of those days.

Everything about my high school experience was typical.  I was a good student, took AP/honors classes, and was well-liked by all my teachers.  I did a lot of babysitting and was active in my church’s youth program.  Camp counselor extraordinaire and by my senior year, I had a job working daily with kids after school.

But, the real heart of my high school years revolved around my participation in the school’s color guard (shout out to Dena!).  Football games in the fall, travelling to competitions in the winter, and parades in the spring.  I loved it.

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I’m in the front on the right. With my sassy face on.

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And even more than the sport, I loved the friendships that came along with it.  We were a close-knit group and all my best high school memories include them. 

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Sure, we had dates, but it was mostly about these girls right here.

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Is it just me or has the fine art of collage really died??

My biggest high school regret is how I treated some of these friends my senior year.  Not badly, per se, but certainly not as a good friend would.  You see, the summer before my senior year I met the woman who would later become my wife (yes, another high school sweetheart success story!).  Talk about a mindfuck.

Before meeting her, I had NO IDEA that I had the potential to be attracted to other females.  So, not only was my head in the clouds with all the self-centeredness that a first love can bring, but I was also going through a difficult stage of learning who I was…and how it might be very different from the person I previously thought (or, that’s how it felt at the time).  Senior year was a roller coaster of feelings from the butterflies and excitement of love and attraction to depths of fear, loneliness, and confusion.  I know now that I could have relied on those wonderful friends to help me through it, but I wasn’t yet ready to admit  to myself, nevermind speak it out-loud, so I pulled away.

By the time graduation came, I was ready.  Ready to move on, see new things, meet new people, and get going on all the goals I had set for myself.  I thought I had it all figured out.  Ha!

I had no idea what was waiting for me, but of course, the surprises are half the journey!

Credit AKD Photo

 

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