These were the days. No real worries, no real homework. Just writing your name 1564561378612 times in cursive that you'll never do again but whatever.
Ohh the lovely awkward three years of school. My school started junior high in sixth grade and ended in eighth grade. These were the years. That awkward first kiss, dating an eighth grader while I was in sixth grade, dating a highschooler while I was in eighth grade, passing notes back and forth between my friends, having lockers, oh and getting my first cell phone. I'm leaving out the parts like getting pimples, not being able to wear/apply make up properly, girls being the worst things in the entire world because they were so hateful, and the teachers never understanding just what you were going through.
And then there was highschool where everyone and their dog thought they were the coolest. Newsflash, we went to a small town school where everyone knew everyone and we were most deff. not the coolest.
And even though I said I wasn't going to, here are some old school pictures I was able to find on Facebook.
And because the one thing I miss about high school is getting dressed up and going to prom, here are all four years of prom pictures.