Today, my brother turns 17. I’m not going to go on about how I feel about him because I did that enough here.
And forgot to mention that he is a BRAT. But I love him anyway. Because he says some funny shit to always make me laugh.
But this post isn’t going to be about him.
It’s about the fact that him turning 17 means that I am no longer 17. In fact, I haven’t been 17 for a very…very long time. When I was 17, it was at the end of my junior year in high school, going on to my senior. Surprisingly, I don’t have too many bad memories from that year. In fact, those who have known me since then (Oh holy hell, I have friends that have known me that long) will remember the good times.
My memories of being 17…I remember…
**…hours and hours of fun with my best friend Jackie. We were inseparable after jr. year.
**…working @ KMart…I spent endless Friday & Saturday nights there…but once my cowboy started working, we were unstoppable. We had way too much fun.
**…skipping class my senior year and never getting in trouble for it.
**…going to Dunkin Donuts in the morning with Jackie and walking into first period always late, if ever went at all.
**…Starbucks runs in the middle of the day.
**…AP tests and endless papers & endless meetings for honor societies and graduation.
**…having lunch in the science hall, where we planned (or not so much planned) homecoming & prom.
**…falling in love with GW…applying…being accepted with a scholarship (On my dad’s birthday)
**…homecoming with my best friend…prom with my best friend & all the awesome memories in between.
**…bowling. And movies. And walks around the lake where we spent hours talking and laughing.
**…the chair incident. Walking into our English teacher’s class in the middle of the day just to say hi…Me going to sit down in a chair and Jackie pulling it out from under me…Me ending up on my ass in front of the entire class of juniors…and busting out laughing because I hadn’t dropped my hot fudge sundae.
**…Being so confident in my insecurity.
**…Front Row in Matchbox Heaven
**…feeling complete and happy…and being hopeful about the future.
What do YOU remember being about 17?