Today I finished going through 2 and a half giant boxes of high school and college memorabilia and condensed it down to 1 box. I packed those boxes a good 10-12 years ago, and have just moved them from my dad's storage unit to my own storage unit. So I decided to go through them.
It is so interesting what we decide to keep forever when we are 20 because it is so important, and 10 years later I have no idea where it came from. I was surprised at the number of birthday and holiday cards from people I have no recollection of were in those boxes.
I saved the obviously important things, like my yearbooks. The 8th grade book from 1991 was a spectacular example of teenage insanity and angst. Apparently I was filled with some serious hate for some of my classmates, since I WHITED OUT both their names AND their pictures. Wow. I am so glad I grew up.
Luckily the other years' books were not as horrible.
Of course I found my mortar, and guess what? It still fits! woot!
I decided that since I have gotten 2 more degrees since then, I could part with the mortar.
There were tons of notebooks and planners filled with my daily activities and gossip with friends. I was a pretty active traveller in high school, going on as many school trips as my parents could afford, and kept every single little bag and brochure I found. Because at 16 riding on the Washington DC subway is new and interesting so I had to keep my metro ticket. At 31, on the other hand, I've been on many metros, and DC's metro several times. I can throw away the ticket.
Some of the doodles in my notebooks gave me a chuckle before tossing them in the bin.
My naive younger self also felt it was crucial to keep citizenship award from 1991, my driver's manual, a tiny plastic ballerina, a high school memory book, a champions for Jesus sticker, and a wooden dowel.
Because, you never know when you could use a dowel.
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