Learning On How To “Live It Up.”

Today marks an interesting milestone for me. Today is the second year anniversary of graduating high school. I went with my dad to go pick up my sister from the Baseball sectional’s so she can go to work on time. My sister just started work last week and now that it’s officially summer for her, she’s now considered a senior in high school. It just doesn’t seem right. Time sure flies by if you don’t pay attention to your surrounds. I feel like I’m savoring every minute lately. I’m not ignoring anything. I’m feeling every little joy and pain that comes along. I’m not letting them fly back this time. I want to enjoy it. I finally realize the meaning of the quote, “live it up!” If this doesn’t make you cry, this might. A couple I went to school with are engaged. So I feel even older than I did yesterday asking my sister what she was going to do about Senior Pictures. Oh good grief!

Two years ago, at this time, I spent that afternoon trying to relax every nerve which never worked. My mom put on my gown and cap and hoped it stayed there. When I first got up to the school, I remember just cruising around to different groups of people. Got a hug from one the guys I’ve known since Elementary, and talked to him for a bit. When it was time to get the show on the road. I remember waiting in the same spot I was at just a month earlier for senior prom. This time I wasn’t in something that glamorous. I had a nice shirt and black pants on. You would think after going to three graduations before my own. I’d actually learn not to wear black when it’s close to 90 degrees. I was nervous something would go wrong. Your brain makes up those thoughts just to make you worry, but it sucks when something does go wrong. We didn’t have enough seats for my row. We also didn’t have enough diploma cases to pass out.

After the ceremony, I went around and got pictures with some friends and went around to find this one person. I ended up not finding him and I was bummed. Hadn’t seen him since he graduated, which was the year before me. We went home to change and my mom, sister, and I went to my cousin’s and had an interesting night. My older cousin Chris came down, because his sister was graduating as well. We were all in a mood. Some friends of Chris and Kristi’s came over and hung out for a bit. They left soon after we arrived. Then as soon as we started eating. My Aunt Laurie and my cousin Amy and her friend Elena came in and everything after that got a little crazy. We just had too much fun that night. It just didn’t seem real until like two days later. Then everything hit me like a bottle rocket. I don’t really remember if I cried or not, but I know everybody else did.

Now that it’s 2012 and getting closer to my birthday. I’m surprised on how much has changed since then. I think about how I learned to stand up for myself and others. I’ve grown a lot. I don’t let many people take advantage of me. My attitude towards people has changed over in the course of two years. I’m not as shy as I once was. I’m also learning to keep my mouth shut. Slowly but surely learning that one. Seeing how these two years have changed not only for me but the ones I went to school with has helped. I don’t normally get the chance to talk to them as much as I’d like, but everybody said at graduation, you may never see some of these people again. At that time, for some I was perfectly fine with that. Now I’d give anything to go back and relive those crazy moments in the classes I dreaded going into because I knew it was going to be bad. The funny kids would do anything to make us laugh. I’m actually thinking of some of those classes at the moment and laughing inside. Oh, sometimes memories are bittersweet, but you got to love them anyways.

Happy Memorial Day!

Happy Memorial Day! I want to keep this short and been thinking about this for about two days. For some people, memorial day is extra day to sleep in for those who aren’t off for the summer but got that weekend off because it’s holiday. For others, it’s a day to honor the service men and women who risk their lives for our freedom. So thank you to all the men and women who protect and fight for us. We appreciate what you do for our freedom. I pray for all of them and their families every night. So thank you again. (: