The Way We Were (sucked)

I've been trying to get all my belongings organized and packed. This has primarily entailed throwing away a lot of things and also cringing at all the things I've been holding on to since middle school. Apparently, everything I did between the ages of 12 and 19 was mortifyingly ridiculous. I've been reading over my yearbooks and the messages are hilarious little time-capsules that transport me right back to high school. To let you all experience a bit of that time travel fun, I'm rewriting verbatim some of the messages my friends left for me in my freshman and sophomore yearbooks. I'm not including any names, but rest assured that the messages I'm publishing here are from people with whom I have remained friends.

"One day this portion of the page will be worth much money. Save it always -- for after I make lots of money when my Iran-Contra magazine/boy band show empire brings me a lifetime's worth of fame and fortune and controversy this will be a collector's item! Have a good summer and K.I.T." ~ Sophomore year

"Upon your insistence I'll make ct quick. Although you've been a bitch (kidding) it was a good year. I hope next year you will forget the things I said this year. Maybe you'll get with that dude or maybe you'll kill him. Either way it'll be funny. With all of my love... well not all of it." ~ Freshman year

"Jorge is funny because he makes fun of you. But we all know that your not a whore your a slut you don't charge. Just kidding. (I'm apologizing out of fear that you'll beat me up). Well anyways, it's been a very fun year (for me). But I have enjoyed your company in chemistry. I'm glad I've gotten to know you better this year (I wish I would have known you better last year). See you next year." ~ Sophomore year