So, I asked my mom to send me some stuff that was still lying around in my childhood bedroom. Mostly, I was hoping she would find and send me old emails I had printed out from college, because this was before the days of GMAIL and archiving and I basically saved NOTHING from college so those four years will wind up being one paragraph in my book because I can’t remember that many random stories. (Also, I promise I will try to stay away from too many run on sentences like that one).
Digressing for a minute – this lovely picture you see to the left was taken in December 1996 or January 1997 when my dad took us to the British Virgin Islands.
I was 15, Miriam was 18 and Josh was 10. Can we talk about my eyebrows? This was before I discovered waxing.
Anyway – so bless my mom’s heart, I came home from my CA baseball trip a couple of weeks ago and had a box waiting for me. Unfortunately, it was mostly old papers from college. However – there was a hidden gem among all the crap. When I turned 18, my best friend Lisa printed out one of those old surveys everyone used to take about themselves back in the day when AOL was still king and they’d forward on to mass amounts of people who would then fill it out and forward and really no one gave a crap.
Lisa printed out a survey that she and I both took in 1998. I turned 18 in 1999. She wrote on my survey: “oh my, how things change.” In a year? Really? I mean, I took the survey when I was still 16, but reading through it I can tell you that I am fairly certain NOTHING changed between February 1998 and May 1999.
Let’s have a looksie, shall we? (I chose my favorites not wanting to bore you by regurgitating the entire survey)
Coolest experience in life: In 1998, I wrote: Doing plays at Concord High School. Right, because that was during my acting phase and I apparently thought being in the chorus without a speaking part in Fiddler on the Roof was cooler than both my trips to Europe and the aforementioned trip to the BVI. Can we say moron? I can’t imagine what I would have changed that to in 1999. And I don’t even know what I’d say now, because I have a lot of life left in me, and that answer is always going to change.
Little Known Talent You Possess: So I put being stubborn and sarcastic – that was not “little known” nor is it an actual talent. Perhaps I needed some help with reading comprehension back then. I should have written stalking. No, really. I feel so bad for BDHO because I figured out his class schedule and would just happen to be at the nearest water fountain when he was getting out of class. And I cannot tell you how many times I skipped Spanish to hang out with him in the student center. Oops – perhaps this is why no hablo espanol.
Songs that couldn’t be improved upon: I wrote: Ecstasy, Nothing Else Matters, A lot by Metallica. Okay, FIRST of all, I had to GOOGLE “ecstasy song” (because I didn’t want to get taken to a porn site) because I have no idea what the hell I was talking about. It was the Rusted Root song, because all the cool kids in my high school liked them (no really) and I had a crush on at least three different guys who were obsessed with Metallica. It’s nice to know I had a mind of my own. The obvious answer to this question is “I Wanna Dance With Somebody (who loves me)” by Whitney Houston.
Future Goals: Win an Academy Award or help people (also marrying Leo would be nice too). I want to go back to 1998 and punch myself in the face, because that is how painful this answer is. And that answer did not change a year later because I wrote the Academy Award nonsense in my senior yearbook blurb.
I listed all my favorite books as Mary Higgins Clark (garbage). I listed my favorite subject as Psychology, which is ironic because I almost failed AP Psych because I didn’t give two shits about it – and then listed my future job as Psychologist. My favorite movie was Titanic, my favorite TV show was South Park – how well-rounded I was!!
Things you collect: Pictures of hot celebs. OH MY GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU 16-YEAR OLD REVA? I have literally given myself a headache reading this survey.
Ah, my high school self was so shallow and idiotic. As much as I’ve been having issues choking out that I’m 31 now, I’m glad I’m no longer that stupid.