So, I was going through boxes, and I found my grade 11 annual...
Damn, I miss highschool. Everything was just so much easier back then- I mean, my biggest worry was whether or not I'd get caught if I cut class.
Well, in grade 12, it was more like whether or not I looked too stoned... did I mention that I spent most of my last semester looking for new and daring places to get high? Er, yeah, ok, I was an idiot. *hangs head in shame*
I still got 97% on my English provincial, though...
So what brought on this trip down memory lane? My baby sister is starting highschool in a week. Of course, I'm freaking out. Just a bit, mind you. But really, I don't want her to grow up! If she grows up, then I have to grow up, and I'm already feeling old, thank you very much. I mean, when she graduates, I'll be 25- I can remember when that seemed ancient.
I miss being a teenager. Hmm, never thought I'd say that...