An old letter from my first boyfriend dated 6-9-97. The basic "I'm so glad we got together, but if we break up, we'll definately still be friends" type of things. Haven't spoken to him in years. Not that I mind...he turned out to be a real jerk. Needless to say, we aren't still friends.
A birthday card from someone I do miss talking to, Emily Williams. She was one of my dearest friends in 7th and 8th grade. "Happy Birthdyay Mary Ellennon. Enjoy being 14!"
Pictures of Melissa Barnes's 8th grade Halloween/Birthday party. I was Marilyn Monroe, and I honestly cannot believe from the picture I was 14. Melissa was Mary Poppins, Brian Merritt was Hannibal Lecter, Roger Templeton was a woman, Aletha Asay was a scarecrow, Brienne Sullivan was a medieval princess, the afore mentioned Emily was a hippie. I won a prize for best costume at that party ^_^
My algebra II notebook. When I still understood math and got A's on my tests. Sad thing is, I likely couldn't do the math now without serious study.
A picture of me putting on my Vulcan ears for the first time. I love that picture...it actually shows my eyes in perfect, crystal clear blue. I think it's circa 1996.
A picture of Kathleen Burns with short, short hair. A picture of Aletha Asay with long, long hair.
My ticket to Rocky Horror Picture Show at the Garde. I went my sophomore year of high school.
A paper with a game Tara Barnum and I used to play when we were bored durning class in middle school. One of us would think of a song (usually by The Beatles) and write the title and the lyrics using only the first letter of each word. Something like this:
That one is Eight Days a Week. This is an entire sheet of that game. I was only able to guess two of them easily. I'm either getting more or less dorky, though I can't tell which.
Research used my Melissa and I to write "Cuz I'm Harrison Ford" a little ditty we wrote to the tune of "When I'm Sixty-Four" Actually, it's a pretty amusing little song still.
A clue from my stupid cupid freshman year. It was a styrofoam plate that says "For all those who have loved unconditionally only to have their hearts unanesthetically torn out...place not your joy in the deeds of others, for what can be given can be taken away." Or at least, something to that effect. My stupid cupid that year was Patrick Murphy.
My audio cassette copy of "Beatles for Sale". Not a bad album at all. Has Eight Days a Week on it, after all.
Pictures of our sixth grade medieval fair, and the first performance of "The Plauge" an original work by Melissa Barnes and Mary Ellen Kennedy. I'm pretty sure we got an A on that...not everyday did you see 12 year olds making fake vomit out of applesauce and oatmeal and having kids puke on stage. The fourth graders loved it ^_^
A picture of Ed Gadson, Brenda Walker, and myself, sometime mid-sophomore year. It was nice to see a picture of all of us happy. Genuinely.
I found a myriad of other things, but this trip down memory lane is probably already far too long. If you made it to the end, I'm impressed. Nostalgia done, time to get the rest of my packing done as well...for tomorrow, I move.