a broken promise [71]

I have done the one thing I promised myself in high school I’d never do.  I had a teacher one year tell my class that the reason our parents and teachers misunderstand us all (teenagers) so much was because they forget what it was like to be our age.  I made a promise to myself on that day that I would never do that.  And I remember thinking at the time how could I forget the way all of this feels?  

Well… It’s happened.  I find it very hard to put myself exactly back into high school.  Even during my engagement shoot (that nearly transformed into mine and Jonathan’s arrest along with our lovely wedding photographer: Nancy Ray) I almost felt like I was visiting a place I’d only known from dreams.  It was so familiar yet so far from the place I used to feel so comfortable in.  
In the last few months while doing research for my new piece, I have tried very hard to get back into contact with my inner high schooler.  I try to remember what it felt like to have people whispering about me (this happened way too often).  I try to remember what it was like to leave my house at 6:30 every day.  I try to remember what it was like to belong and to not belong.  
I’m not sure if I’ve forgotten simply because it’s been so long or if I’ve forgotten because I’ve blocked it from my memory.  High school wasn’t easy for me, as it isn’t for most misfit teenagers.  
I’ll do what I can to scoop up some old high school memories in the next few weeks (either from journals or old photos) and share them.
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About JoElizabeth

I am a writer who loves to explore all different types of relationships. I am most happy when surrounded by my loved ones and furry children. I've never met a stranger, and I talk way too much. My favorite things to do are eat {preferably at a restaurant} with good friends, write, watch DVDs of TV series {especially FRIENDS}, drink lots of coffee and learn.
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