(Remembered by Cody)
These were the good ol’ days. I always wanted this game! I remember that friends had it, but I never had my own.
High school.
I don’t think there aren’t words adequate to describe high school. It’s not that it was bad, but… well, like I said, I don’t know how to describe it. I can say that I am sooo glad it’s over with. I’ve sometimes had nightmares about being back there again. The kind that give me the willies all day.
When I was in high school, I thought I had things pretty well figured out. I had my group of friends, I had good grades, I knew what I wanted to do with my life, and I knew how to get there. As ironic as it may seem, I was ready to leave — because I knew that there was more beyond high school. I’m glad I did. It’s funny, looking back I see that as a very awkward phase of life, although I didn’t know any differently then.
In fact, I think that may be why I don’t like looking back: I’ve grown since then. I don’t want to ever go back. I still keep in touch with my friends from high school, but it feels like high school when I’m around them. Hence, I don’t see my friends very often. I’ve “moved on.” Only thing is, I’m not sure that’s a good thing. Shouldn’t I miss those times? Those friends?
Sometimes I feel like I move through the phases of life at a different speed from everybody else. My advisor compared me to my co-worker the other day. He noted how I had “moved on” from college life — I dress different, I eat different, I have a different standard of living. Makes it kind of hard for me to fit in, since I’m still here living with college students. I can’t tell if this is a good thing or not. It may be a sign of growth, but is it good growth? If I’ve really grown, shouldn’t I be able to fit in better? Maybe I haven’t grown, I’ve just “moved on.”
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