Recently, Bonnie over at The Life of Bon asked this question to her high school English classes.
After thinking about it, you know what?I am not in any of the places I thought I would be when I was graduating high school. I don't even know if I considered back then growing up to be the person I actually am.
|Dance Team Banquet. Seniors. Front row, third from right.|
|Senior prom. Yes, my flip phone is rhinestoned.|
|New York Dance Team trip.|
|Senior Night with Brittany|
What I thought: I thought I'd be pre-med at LSU, loving it. Definitely getting straight A's and loving going to the best party school in the country. I was going to have a ton of friends and probably a super hot boyfriend. And I was going to make the dean's list for sure. I was also going to be super skinny and drinking allllll that beer was definitely NOT going to make me gain weight. Oh, and I was going to run a marathon. I think I actually wrote that down somewhere. Silly me.
|I don't know what was going on or why I'm not wearing shoes.|
|Before the weight gain happened...but you see what's in my hand, right? It's coming.|
Where I was: I did go to LSU and I did declare pre-med as my major...and hated every second of it. Making friends wasn't as easy as I thought it would be and it felt like everything constantly reminded me that I wasn't in Texas anymore. Thankfully, my next door neighbor and eventual roommate, Emily, helped me navigate the friends thing. There were a lot of all nighters where I called Mama Nancy crying, begging to come home. I also wanted to transfer to University of Texas-San Antonio because that's where all my friends from high school went. I definitely missed out on the magic, "drink me and you won't gain weight" beer because I drank the regular shit and gained a ton. And I didn't run. Not one time, not one mile.
|Know what this looks like? Bad decisions.|
|We may or may not have decided to jump on stage. At a bar. In the middle of someone's musical performance.|
|Holly, Emily, Kelsey, Me, Tissy, Higgs, Blaum|
|When I still had little boobs.|
What I thought: I would have totally graduated college and I'd have a super great job-to-career doing something I really loved for a lot of money. I'd probably be married already and working on starting a family. I'd be living back in Texas to be close to my parents. Obviously.
|Crowning my successor.|
|Krissy Bug. Best friends for life.|
10 yearsWhat I thought: I thought that by 28, I'd have shit together. I'd be way involved in my marriage. I'd have a kid or two. Or twelve. I'd own a house with a dog. I'd be a hospital's chief of surgery by now (because everyone becomes a chief of surgery in like, 3 years, right?) and I'd volunteer on the weekends. I'd hang out with my mama and be busing my kids back and forth to whatever practice/birthday party/whatever.
Where I am: I haven't made it to my 10 year yet (uh, 2 years away. WHAT?) but so far...I'm not all that close to what I thought. At all. I'm finishing my masters program in Kinesiology. The closest thing I have to a kid is Axl, who is the best kid EVER. I'm still teaching AND still working in property management and I'm working toward becoming a Marine Officer. I have good friends, I pay all my own bills, I have a great relationship with my parents and my tolerance for bullshit is pretty low. I like playing with other people's kids and I hate laundry. Most days being a grown up sucks, but it's pretty satisfying knowing that, as tiring as it can be, I get shit done. I still get carded buying beer and I'm okay with that. Oh, and I lost that freshman 40 from college. Finally.
|Me and the kid|
|Naturally I hang out with Mama Nancy|
Where did you see yourself in a year, 5 years, 10 years from high school?
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