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Monday, December 6, 2010

It Was Written So It Shall Be Done:


It Was Written So It Shall Be Done:


So just for nostalgic kicks I decided to take a gander at my high school year book, plus with FB reconnecting folks from your past I was tempted to go back and take a walk down memory lane. So I’m flipping through the pages laughing and remembering the carefree, drama filled teenage years of high school, reading the heart filled dedications parents and relatives put in the last pages getting all teary eyed. There’s no experience like high school, I remember begging and pleading with my mother to allow me to go to City College High School, but it was out of the question my options were Mercy Catholic High or Loch Raven High School and due to financial issues Loch Raven High it was (I went to Catholic School for elementary and loved it, but Mercy girls had a rep more on dat in another blog *wink*). So here I am laughing at the crazy things my friends wrote in my yearbook and reading the little captions folks get to put next to their pictures. You know your basic shout out to their BFFs, mentions of fun they had on spring break or during Senior week etc. The captions were typical, I miss you; I’ll never forget the time when… and blah blah blah, but not your girl. Here’s what I wrote…


“I’d like to express my gratitude to those who have been there for me through thick and thin, both tranquil seas and turbulent winds in these hails (typo should’ve been halls) I’ll leave memories that begin with first day freshmen fears and end with senior graduation jitters. Thanks to all the people who made every moment memorable. ILY mom good luck Cherrian, Corrine and Farenia (still my bffs to this very day btw) FUTURE: Study Psychology, Write two books, design a home, marry rich, make crazy mad money, have three beautiful children…”


A poet since age nine I had to make it special. Reading that little caption made me think I haven’t accomplished all that I (thought) I wanted to do yet, but the goals haven’t changed much at all. It’s funny to look back at the person I was and discover my hopes and dreams are still the same. I look at it as a testament to my maturity level back then. I wanted my high school caption to be meaningful and fun, and I’m glad I strayed from the typical shout outs and blah, blah, blah. Now as for achieving my goals; I only have 2 biological children but I have the cutest goddaughters in the world :), I haven’t found my wealthy husband yet, but I’m working on that (lol) and building my own wealth while I’m waiting, and the most important goal (write two books) let’s just say one down and one more to go. I encourage everyone to pull out there yearbooks and consider what would that person in the senior portrait think of the person they have become. Is it everything your 17 year old heart dreamed it would be?

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