Monday, June 29, 2009

Poolside Revelations



Tonight I worked concessions for the pool I work at. It was a girl's fifteenth birthday party, and her parents had rented the pool so she could party with thirty of her closest friends. (She also got a car, but that is a whole other story.) Her little sister asked me if I was going to be a freshmen next year with her sister. I laughed and said no, but as I watched the Birthday Girl splash around with her chums from the concession stand I thought back to when it was at that time in my life.

I was fresh out of middle-school with bangs and an attitude to boot! I was so incredibly excited and ready for high-school. To prepare for the big freshmen year I decided to grow out those awful bangs. I had let my mother convince me that my forehead was too big, but no more! That summer I volunteered at my church's VBS and met the love of my life- Robert Miller. He was going to be a senior in the fall, but hey! I aimed big.

I had no clue of all the things that life had in store for me in those four pivotal years of high-school, but there is no denying that those four years helped shape me into the person that I am today. As I watched the birthday girl swim I cam to a stunning revelation- I miss high-school. Not in a "I wish I could go back way:, but more of a "I should have appreciated what I had way" I always knew that I would miss some aspects of high-school (i.e. show choir and my friends), but I never thought that I would miss high-school as a whole. But I do. It is just such a growing time for everyone. No person is the same person they were as a freshmen when graduating as a senior. So I wish the Birthday Girl luck. I hope that her high-school are years of growing, even if she does have a few growing pains.

3 comments:

  1. OMG. Ashley! You have a blog! I love your "About Me," and I think this is a fantastic start! Keep at it!

    (And you're right. I am an entirely different person than my 15 year-old self. Hell, I'm a different person than my 22 year-old self.)

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  2. I remember Robert. Ask me about some funny stories. That's too funny! Yes...high school. The beginning. And we already spoke about the fifteen year old and the car. It seems that we can't appreciate what we have until it has passed. Especially the looks and the opportunities ;)

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