There’s a packet of information about senior pictures on our kitchen table.
Which is just really weird.
It’s for my brother, who at this time next year will be done with school and eagerly awaiting prom and graduation in the coming weeks.
Like I said, weird.
I was looking at the senior picture stuff today and thinking back to taking mine, and how it was pretty fun (but how photo shoots are so much more fun when the person taking pictures is your bestfriendsisterroommatefansection, aka Kelsey [and yes, I’m very well aware that bestfriendsisterroommatefansection is not a word, but I’m not worried about it] because then you can be as ridiculous and silly and as yourself as you want without feeling weird about it, which someone as shy and introverted as myself totally does in front of strangers).
It’s just weird to think that my brother, whom I still call by his childhood nickname, is going to be a high school graduate next year.
I went to visit former teachers at my high school today, and then I realized they’d probably be swamped with this year’s seniors, since today was their last full day. Which made me think, again, of my own senior year.
Which is just really weird to think about. And I know I’m overusing the word weird – sorry. But it is. It feels like so long ago that I was walking through those halls as a student myself. And can I just say? – I am so glad to be done with high school. So, so glad. I really hated all four years there.
But I realized today as I was talking to teachers and counselors and administration that I was taught and guided by some of the best staff ever.* It’s an awkward stage yet, since I’m neither student nor adult, and so there’s not very much common ground on which to meet, but it’s still fun updating them with my life and hearing about theirs. And there are a couple staff members who I can honestly say are friends, which in a school of nearly 1200 may be a small miracle in and of itself.
And I am so thankful for that.
I am a different Annie than the one who walked those halls last year and the three immediately preceding it. My name is among the differences – ha!** And I’m not sure exactly where it is I’m going, or where exactly I’m supposed to be right now, but I am thankful for where I have been. No, I didn’t enjoy high school, but I love the staff and friends I met there.
And I’m guessing at least some of them love me back – I was walking down the history hall and saw my friend Grace, and when she realized it was me she started screaming and hugging me in excitement. It was hilarious.
*My brother decided to creep over my shoulder and read what I was writing. In a mock falsetto, he said, “‘I was taught by some of the best staff ever.’ I got so emotional.” Which was kind of funny, the way he said it, but not true. I didn’t get emotional – just came to a pretty rational conclusion, that’s all.
**Annie is a nickname I got from Kelsey, to which I took very well – I should probably take a post someday to explain how it came to be. Hmm.