GRADUATION FROM HIGH SCHOOL IN 9 DAYS
Does that surprise anyone? It definately does to me. I mean I know it's been comming for awhile but just the simple fact that we're graduating from high school amazes me. wow. Once again, I've been preparing for it all year, but we're 18 and going to college. It just sounds so old to me.
Maybe the reason I'm freaking out abou tit is that today I was looking for a cd today and I stumbled across all these old photo albums. They were all taken my my father from like the early 1970s to the late 80s and early 90s. It's so bizarre. It starts out with him graduating from high school, then it has all this stuff with all his friends and all these different girlfriends (my dad was a real pimp in his day). There's even this one in Australia of him lying down on this boat with this girl (who was very attractive, I might add) lying down topless farther down on the boat. There were like five more of my dad and this woman and this other couple. This was, to me, the after-college years when my dad wasn't really working and just seemed to be having a lot of fun. Then it gets to the part when he meets my mom. They both look sooo young. It's scary.
It went on for awhile like that, and every now and then I would find something that I thought was interesting. The wierdest part was how things seemed to move so quickly. In like the early 80s all my parent's freinds started getting married and there are tons of different pictures from all these different weddings. Then there's my parents wedding in 1984 and there honeymoon in Greece. I know it sounds really self-centered, but it's really odd to think of my parents as having a life before I was born. I've heard stories from their lives my whole life, but to actually see it in such a straight progression was bizarre.
The whole thing just struck me for some reason. I really don't know why. Maybe it's because I was basically watching my father's life spead up from his high school years to when I was born. College. Work. Marriage. Kids. And all of their friends went in that exact order.
Anyways, besides that, it was a pretty normal day. Except I got towed. Frigging Harvard Parking Staff. I hate Harvard. I can say that because I don't think anyone reading this is going to Harvard (THANK GOD Scott didn't go there - I would have killed him). They're so snooty and so Harrrrrvarrrrrd-ish. Eesh.
9 days til graduation. two weeks of nothing. six weeks of camp counseloring. lots of swimming. a month off. four years at college. work. marriage. kids.
that's how it goes apparently.
if you've made it this far I thank you. And if not, I suggest you look at your three triangles hahahhahaa.
ben
Maybe the reason I'm freaking out abou tit is that today I was looking for a cd today and I stumbled across all these old photo albums. They were all taken my my father from like the early 1970s to the late 80s and early 90s. It's so bizarre. It starts out with him graduating from high school, then it has all this stuff with all his friends and all these different girlfriends (my dad was a real pimp in his day). There's even this one in Australia of him lying down on this boat with this girl (who was very attractive, I might add) lying down topless farther down on the boat. There were like five more of my dad and this woman and this other couple. This was, to me, the after-college years when my dad wasn't really working and just seemed to be having a lot of fun. Then it gets to the part when he meets my mom. They both look sooo young. It's scary.
It went on for awhile like that, and every now and then I would find something that I thought was interesting. The wierdest part was how things seemed to move so quickly. In like the early 80s all my parent's freinds started getting married and there are tons of different pictures from all these different weddings. Then there's my parents wedding in 1984 and there honeymoon in Greece. I know it sounds really self-centered, but it's really odd to think of my parents as having a life before I was born. I've heard stories from their lives my whole life, but to actually see it in such a straight progression was bizarre.
The whole thing just struck me for some reason. I really don't know why. Maybe it's because I was basically watching my father's life spead up from his high school years to when I was born. College. Work. Marriage. Kids. And all of their friends went in that exact order.
Anyways, besides that, it was a pretty normal day. Except I got towed. Frigging Harvard Parking Staff. I hate Harvard. I can say that because I don't think anyone reading this is going to Harvard (THANK GOD Scott didn't go there - I would have killed him). They're so snooty and so Harrrrrvarrrrrd-ish. Eesh.
9 days til graduation. two weeks of nothing. six weeks of camp counseloring. lots of swimming. a month off. four years at college. work. marriage. kids.
that's how it goes apparently.
if you've made it this far I thank you. And if not, I suggest you look at your three triangles hahahhahaa.
ben