Jostens came to talk to all the sophomores today, about class rings. They showed a video with a selection of tv shows, toys, bands, etc., from our childhood. It made me really sad. I mean, just looking around the auditorium, at all the faces. It hit me. This is it. This is high school. This will be gone in 2 years. These people will be gone in 2 years. I’m not ready, by any means, to let go of being a teenager. I’m just not.
Oh, I remember this from last year. I sat with my best friend and heard all the “Oh my, I remember that!“‘s coming from every direction and the laughter. I remember I cried after it was over. I know the feeling. I really do.
Today, going into the assembly, I sat down in the first seat I could find. And I listened to the guy’s dumb jokes. I laughed in the appropriate places. They showed the video, and I started crying almost immediately. Not sobbing, but little slow tears that just slid all the way down my face. I thought I was the only one that was bothered by it. By remembering how it felt to be so little, and be wanting to see the newest episode of TMNT, or Power Rangers. I remember walking around the neighborhood in my pink Power Rangers outfit. I remember when getting a cherry popsicle from the ice cream man was the highlight of my day. It’s good to know I’m not the only one feeling a bit of melancholy nostalgia.
I’m not the only one!!! pshh. I wished it wasn’t true. The video of all that means so much. Really? is all I could think to say. Really? it’s almost over. I wished I could say I was walking into my first day. I wish it wasn’t half way over. They tell us these are the best days. I’m scared. I don’t want to grow up, I think I’d pick high school and drama. It saddens me, badly.