the year was 1994...

so i mentioned that this past weekend, i unpacked the boxes that had been living in my office. in one of them i uncovered my yearbook from my senior year of high school. totally could not resist looking through it.

first thing that struck me. we really look like a bunch of dorks. even the "cool kids". how did we not see this back then?? i mean really. dorks. it is inescapable.

then i started reading some of the things that were written in my yearbook by friends & classmates. ya know how you have all those inside jokes? things that can elicit eruptions of spontaneous laughter at the time with just one word? well 12 years (yikes. 12. i've been out of school now as long as i was in it. minus college of course but that's not the same thing. i digress. this should not come as a shock to you. where was i...? oh yeah!) when you read these one liners--typically followed by "you know what i mean"--12 years after the fact, you are just plain clueless. you have NO idea what so&so meant by that. none. yet back in the day, you can't imagine a time where you don't know, where none of this is important. because when it's happening it seems like it's enormous. you can't imagine anything bigger than this...and really, just like the fact that you have no perception of just how dorky you really are...you also can't begin to grasp how insignificant high school really is.

it's a rite of passage though. and there are some good memories in those pages even if most of them are foggy at best. and let's not forget the comic relief of looking at the photos. =P