My cousin’s message today said “yearbook day” and that reminded me of our high school yearbook days. Thinking back on it now, the whole idea of having a billion people sign your yearbook seems rather laughable.
You’d have people sign it, and they’d say things like, “It was great sitting next to you in math class. We should hang out over the summer, call me sometime. 465-5555.” This person is someone who you’ve probably talked to twice you’re entire life, and one of those two times was to say excuse me when they were blocking the door and wouldn’t move out of the freakin’ way. And the other was when they dropped their pen and you said, “dude, you dropped your pen.”
Or, you’d get the really witty guy who would sign it, “Cows moo, ducks quack, I was the first to sign your crack.” Thanks…that’s really clever.
Or maybe, “Good luck in college.” I remember getting a lot of those my senior year.
Or there were always the ones that really stand out, like when a creepy guy said he was going to staple a flaming cow to me and Kip’s dorm room door in Kip’s yearbook. At least it was unique.
Basically, I was just thinking of how ridiculous it all was and how everyone was so fake, especially on yearbook day. It’s all ok, though, when you get to this point and look back on it and realize that your high school experiences affect very little in the future. However, it’s all worth it when you can derive a small amount of satisfaction from having the person who used to pick on you in high school make your barbecue or something for you. “So…you’re scooping barbecue now, huh? …congratulations…you’ve really come a long way from throwing M+M’s at people.”
