High School Me v. Grown Up Me: 7 Years After Dropping Out

High School.

Those two words instill a sense of dread in me. Just hearing them conjures up images of bland classrooms, ugly khaki skirts, and teachers who almost seemed like they took the job just because they wanted to ruin the lives of teenagers. With the exception of my art teacher, Mrs.Lampman.

Lately, I’ve been looking back at old photos of me and my high school friends. It’s weird because of how foreign it seems to me. I am a completely different person than I was then. I can’t imagine really hanging out with a lot of them now. Every time we do run into each other, it is incredibly awkward.

They like Tallahassee, I like New York City. They like frat parties and I like upscale lounges. They have “Game Day” and I have “Fashion’s Night Out”.

Different strokes for different folks?

Usually, when I do look at old photos I cringe at my excessive use of Jack Rogers sandals and “clear” braces. My documented adolescent shenanigans make me die of laughter, though. Country concerts? Drunk at football games? Boat days where one of us always ended up crying for no real reason?

Honestly, this feels SO weird to write. Has it really been 7 years? I feel like a second ago, I was a freshman at Cardinal Newman, spending my weekends dying of alcohol poisoning at someone’s house party. Now, I’m a married woman living in Sweden and drinking wine at dinner.

But I’m happy. I married an amazing guy; I live in an exciting city; and my career is taking off. While a lot of people feel that I grew up too quickly, I feel that I now have time to do whatever I want. While I check one thing off of my goal list, I add two more things.

I am right where I want to be.

It’s fucking insane.

xx,

Megan

P.S: Here are some High School throwbacks for your viewing pleasure.

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SO BLONDE

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I look like a fucking monster here. But yo, my push-up bras were on point.

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The braces.

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Country concerts…

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Cathleen, who I still adore.

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Not only is it beer in my hand but it’s Natural Ice beer.

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Red Solo Cups all day. This is Miranda, BTW. She’s a really good singer. Like, really good.

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Drunk at a high school game where a kid from my class decided to dress like Pauly D from Jersey Shore.

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WHEN I WAS A LEGEND AND WORE AN AMERICAN FLAG BANDANA AS A SHIRT TO A CONCERT.

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My high school ~senior~ boyfriend

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My senior boyfriend’s little brother, after the senior and I broke up. Jajaja.


2 thoughts on “High School Me v. Grown Up Me: 7 Years After Dropping Out

  1. Do you still wear jack Rogers’s? Why or why not? I always thought they are still stylish. Maybe you grew out of them because you are such a fashionista! 😉

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