One decade ago, I turned 13.
Today, I am 23.
I was finally allowed to wear makeup. I proceeded to wear bright blue eye shadow every single day.
I’ve moved on to pink.
I had a pajama party with my friends. I wore boxers with huge yellow smiley-faces on them.
I don’t own a single thing with a smiley face, a peace sign, or a yin-yang sign on it.
I was in 7th grade.
I have a college degree and a full-time job.
My best friend had bright red hair and we spent every Saturday having crazy adventures.
I have too many best friends to count. And we still have crazy adventures.
I wore as many butterfly clips in my hair as I could fit every day.
My hair is long and somewhat unruly. My favorite headband has a polka-dot bow on it.
I had a mouth full of crooked teeth.
Braces have worked wonders on my self-esteem.
I had never really sung before, but I joined choir solely because all my friends were doing it.
Choir defined my high school years. I ended up majoring in vocal performance for 2 semesters of college, and singing is still an integral part of my life.
I had a crush the size of Jupiter on the blonde boy in my math class.
I’ve had enough crushes to fill the solar system. And I no longer take math classes.
My favorite outfit involved a plaid skort and knee socks. Yes, a skort.
I think skorts and sporks belong in the same category. Symbols of everything awkward and unsure. I want nothing to do with either.
I rebelled by buying cherry coke and occasionally trying out a swear word or two.
Hoover Dam jokes are as risqué as I get, and Dr. Pepper is my new (rare) indulgence.
I gossiped and had mean-girl clique moments, just like everyone else.
I grew up. I love everyone.
I was first-chair violin in the 7th-grade orchestra.
I stopped playing at age 15, but still haven’t given up on that dream just yet.
I was on the school volleyball team. I hated my coach because she knew I sucked.
I no longer say “sucked.” But I still hate things I’m not good at the first time I try them.
I listened to N’Sync, Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears, and the Now & Then soundtrack.
Still hold a dear place in my heart, and in my iPod. I collect music obsessively. (See my updated playlist. Return any time if you need a good mix.)
I wanted to write books, fall in love, do something memorable, and probably save the world.
Some things never change.
“Don’t give away the end.” –jimmy eat world