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 |   Theses are my thoughts and ramblings as I forge my way through this thing they call life. |
30 Day Blogging Challenge PROMPT July 21st Write a letter to your fifteen-year-old self. Didn't we write a letter to our 14 year old self earlier this month? No, maybe it was just the letter to our parents on July 1. 15 years old. Grade 9 and 10. The beginning of the high school years. A time of growth and change. Family life was okay. Friendship groups were in a state of flux with adjustments. My friends from a year behind me (with one girl - Michelle - I had known since I was 9 and she was 7), were entering high school and they were not part of the group of friends I had developed in grade 9 (which were a new group - as my friends from the year before had gone their separate ways). I straddled both groups. But I also made friends with Debbie in my drama class. My other two groups of friends did not like Debbie. Both my grade 9 and grade 10 friends were strongly academic groups. Most were on the honor roll, but Debbie was not one of those. She was the type of person that would head to the library to skip class to write an essay (that was due third period) after playing cards until the nine am bell. I took that drama class to try to overcome my extreme shyness. It helped immensely. Debbie was a new transfer. She'd come from the Catholic School system and though she was older than me, she didn't seem so. In fact, school was not Debbie's forte. By the time I graduated from high school (grade 13), she was behind me in Michelle's grade... and then she dropped out six weeks before the end of the school year. Impulsive, a tad. But she's a good soul. The fact that I had friends across several groups is true even today. I have various cohorts of friends and I am able to fit in with each group easily. School/work friends, Writing friends, long-time friends... a real mix of people. Debbie and I are still friends... she was in my wedding party, as was Michelle. It took time, but these two eventually became friends and are still friends today. I apologize for the jumbled nature of this blog, it represents my mind today. Unfocused and buzzing everywhere. It was like that yesterday too, which it why this post is late. Now as I read the prompt again, I realize this was supposed to be a letter.... Dear me, Hang, the hell, on! Future Self |
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