I’ve been tagged by Transylvanian horseman.
Taken from Transylvanian Horseman’s blog:
“A few posts ago, I floated the idea of tagging some readers to post pictures of themselves from the past, perhaps illustrating an interesting or unusual aspect of their earlier life”
I highly recommend a visit to the Transylvanian horseman‘s blog. Not only is he an eloquent and interesting writer but his photos of Romania are wonderful.
Now for my photo from my past……..
This would be me at, barely 18 yo, accepting my high school diploma from Archbishop Robert Rose in 1987.
Back in the 80’s, I had some really, really big hair. It took 2 friends and I to anchor my graduation cap onto my head with a dozen or more bobbypins. We had to shove all of my hair forward in a ‘funky part’. I prayed my cap would not spring forth off my head. My 2 friends and I stifled our giggles walking down the aisle in Graduation procession. My walking partner Joel, was looking at me like I had already started celebrating…..not yet.
Joel and I were partners for many years. Both of our last names started with L, so in alphabetical order, from 1st grade until the day we graduated 12th grade, we walked side by side, shoulder to shoulder, and even thru blizzards, hand in hand, behind the nuns, marching to our daily Mass or to some assembly or pep rally et. For 12 years Joel was my walking partner and for 2 high school years, he was my chem lab and bio lab partner. We never fussed with each other like some of the other boy/girl partners did. I bet Joel made some lucky Catholic girl a good husband.
Back to the big day. I was so happy, excited, relieved, beyond thrilled to see my graduation day come. I was ready to start my life and start my higher education.
It was a day of mixed feelings. I was also a tiny bit sad, scared, and unsure, just a tiny bit though. The future promised so much. I looked forward to it.
I no longer belonged to St. Marys schools. I was now considered alumni. I was to be a student in college in 2 short months. I was leaving my hometown and my 37 fellow students who I had went to school with for 12-13 years. We were like brothers and sisters. I knew my fellow student’s families, knew their grandparents, had been to their homes on many occasions. We shared everything together for many years. We also shared a mixed emotional day. We all cried, we all laughed, and we all looked forward to our promising futures.
Nonetheless, it was one the happiest days of my life……despite the halarious ‘funky hair part’.
If I could go back to that day-right now, I would not change one thing about it.
Now, I must tag 3 unsuspecting people to participate in this tag.