The other day in class we talked about writing letters to ourselves in eighth grade and then opening them when we got to twelfth grade. I did that at my old school and I went back a couple months ago to pick it up.
I'd expected it to be really lame because I thought I didn't write anything good at the time. I was wrong. It was actually a half decent letter except for some obvious spelling mistakes that bug me now.
The week we wrote those letter was just after my birthday. I'd invited all the girls over from my grade and had a party. The teacher asked us to put a picture with our letters and the one I'd handed out earlier of all of us around my couch, was put into most of the them. That time feels so far away and it's odd to think about all the things about myself and life and those girls in the photograph that I know now. Some things I wish I didn't know and could banish them from my mind to make room for 'bigger and better things.' Others I hold onto as a sort of reminder.
One memory from grade 8 stands out the most though. The principal came up to me one day at lunch and said, "Smile, bud. These are the best years of your life."
I think that this is the best reason to do this exercise. It shows you how far you have come. You are very insightful. Keep thinking.....
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