Goals

I just found my 8th Grade Memory Book - Class of '98.

We each had to have a silhouette of ourselves done and write a little poem thing in the same style.  Mine says:

Meghan

Sensitive, loving, caring, helpful

Only child of Nancy and Jeff

Lover of animals, art, and children

Who feels happy, excited, and ebullient

Who needs family, friends, and love

Who gives friendship, love, and a listening ear

Who fears death, spiders, and sharks

Who would like to see the Caribbean, the Eiffel Tower, and the bottom of the ocean

Descendant of Norwegian ancestors.

Don't you just love my use of "ebullient"? What a nerd.

Well, I don't really fear spiders anymore and I like how in one line I say I fear sharks and in the next I say I want to see the bottom of the ocean.  Hmmm.

I can cross off the Caribbean and the Eiffel Tower.  

It's funny to see what I thought was important to mention at the age of 13.  Also, it's interesting to see how much of this has stayed the same.

Here's how I would write it now:

Meghan

Optimistic, Extroverted, Introverted, Funny

Only child of Nancy and Jeff

Lover of animals, art, and children

Who feels excited, nervous, and generally stumped

Who needs family, friends, and margaritas

Who gives friendship, comedy relief, and unsolicited advice

Who fears clowns, change, and the unknown

Who would like to see Greece, Australia, and the Alps

Descendant of Norwegian, German, Irish, Welsh, and English ancestors.

I also see that the first page says, "May the Lord remain constantly at your side and in His mercy guide your journey in ways that are pleasing to Him".  Yeah, no thanks.  

The class motto was: "I always know that when I would look back on the timed I cried, I would laugh.  But I never knew that when I would look back on the times I laughed, I would cry".  Got schumltz?

The class song was: "There Goes My Hero" by the Foo Fighters.  

The class flower was: White Rose.

Holy cow this feels like forever ago.  I really loved the motto too.  I thought we really would be constantly looking back on 8th grade.  Um...no.

It was pre-all girl's high school.  Pre-9/11. Pre-California.  Pre-college.  Pre-Bush.  Pre-War. Pretty much Pre-Everything.  

So now I have officially posted the thoughts of a 13 year old girl here.  Scary.