Nostalgia at its worst

[napoleonherself]

I just came across my senior yearbook, and decided to flip through it and maybe get a chuckle out of remembering all the things one typically remembers about high school. Except according to my yearbook, there wasn't much to remember. No candid pictures of me, nor any of the people I commonly hung out with. No quotes from us in the cheesy little quote columns scattered throughout the senior section of the yearbook. It was like our little group didn't exist. We had our individual photos, and mentions in whatever clubs we might have been in (although I was nowhere to be found in the FFA section, partially because the names given were about THREE YEARS out of date, not to mention that the photo was taken at an officers-only competition besides, and I couldn't get elected to officer because I wasn't flerging POPULAR enough...), but aside from that, just about nothing. We weren't the hugely popular ones, even if we weren't the outcasts either. I guess we just fell in the middle and wound up being ignored.

On top of that, there are almost no signatures in back of my yearbook. Five or six, maybe. And a page that has a few lines on it, followed by a post-it note saying "reserved", because I wound up being sick and missing the last full day of class and never got to go back and get my signaturin' finished.

I can page through and recognize almost every face in the senior section, I can grin at the memory of some of the more interesting people, but all it does is remind me that when they look through their yearbooks, in most cases, they won't even recognize me, or at least not be able to recall any reason why my picture might look vaguely familiar. I didn't join in; I lurked. I got to know so many people's quirks just from being in the same classes with them, but since I seldom got the guts to join in on discussions, few people got to know me. Sometimes it seemed like I wasn't even there.

I'm not saying I didn't have friends. I had a few friends, and bunches of casual acquaintances who were always good for a word or two of conversation. But they're all gone now except for Becky, and I've found no new friends at college, and I'm starting to think that maybe my last couple years of high school were just a big giant fluke. I'm just not meant to be one of those people who has a group of other people to do things with.

Blah. I hate it when I'm whiny and nonsensical and depressed. I guess listening to Bob Dylan isn't helping any... *puts on something a bit more cheery*

Comments

Count yourself among the blessed

[ryl.livejournal.com]

I did get a quote in the margins. And it was the one that was obviously a joke. Can't remember the exact words, but it does not put me in a good light. And of course, they picked the absoulute worst picture of me to put underneath it. One of those stupid senior pics where they make the girls wear those black drape things with no shoulders. And the photographer insisted I take off my glasses because he was a stupid jerk, so I look like some blind goth girl that wandered into the yearbook by mistake. I hate school photographers and wish them all eaten by werewolves.

This is what comes from not having any friends among the yearbook elite.

Re: Count yourself among the blessed

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

I got outofcontexted my freshman year, but I suppose I was lucky to not have an accompanying picture. Still wound up sounding like an idiot.

Re: Count yourself among the blessed

[moe4eyed.livejournal.com]

I have a horrible quote in the yearbook from this recent year. I was asked to say something about DECA, so I rolled my eyes, sighed, and gave in a very cynical voice the most generic-type thing I could think of. Fun, meeting people, skills for later in life, things of that nature. They actually included the quote without any of the relevent context, so it sounds like I really am entusiastic and such about DECA.

Re: Count yourself among the blessed

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

Doncha just love yearbook staff? They're so... um... yeah.

[thomsirveaux.livejournal.com]

Your high school experience mirrors mine almost to a T. College was only a slight improvement 'cause I never liked bars and parties and debauchery too much, which my college had/has in spades.

If I lived closer, I'd hang out with you and do stuff. Yupyup. You could perhaps take me under your wing and learn me some of the finer points of killing.

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

Oooh... stuff. Killing-type stuff! We could hurl knives at old ladies! Or hurl old ladies at knives. The latter sounds somewhat less fun, though.

[masterbiscuit.livejournal.com]

Gee, at least you HAD a yearbook....

Then again I guess it would have hepled if I went to school the last 6 months of my senoir year :-p (I graduated in Jan..and graduation was in July, so I skipped the months in between..why should I go if I already graduated right?)

Lucky me tho, I didn't have a hell of a lot of friends in HS, and the ones I did have I hung out with for a couple years after school was done...

Still woulda been nice to have SOMEthing (other than a diploma) to remember...*sigh*

So how's this killin stuff go?

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

Well, it goes a little like this.

*kills you*

Get it now?

ugh

[masterbiscuit.livejournal.com]

*gets killed*
*is dead*

*gets it now*

Re: ugh

[master-sock.livejournal.com]

You just fell for the oldest trick in the book! You have to be more careful around her. You'll learn.

Re: ugh

[masterbiscuit.livejournal.com]

*can't answer ya cause I'm DEAAAAD oh oh OH OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!*

Re: ugh

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

That shouldn't stop you!

Re: ugh

[masterbiscuit.livejournal.com]

<-------creeps back form the dead and STEALS YOUR LINE!!

Braaaaaaaaaains arahhahahagahgahgah

Re: ugh

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

Well, coulda been worse. At least you didn't steal my brain.

*revs up her chainsaw and makes sure her shotgun's loaded, even though it's the magical shotgun that only needs to be loaded once, and then only for dramatic effect*

Re: ugh

[masterbiscuit.livejournal.com]

ooooooooo you have one of them shotguns too?

Gotta love cheap movie flub effects

Re: ugh

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

All I need is a metal hand and my life will be complete.

Assuming I don't have to cut off my hand in order to attach the metal hand. Then I'd be somewhat less than complete.

Especially if the hand then went evil and started coming after me with an ancient dagger.

*is waaaaay too much a fangirl*

Re: ugh

[masterbiscuit.livejournal.com]

yah cause then you'd have to cut off the NEW hand, and that would be a pain in the ass while it was coming after you with the ancient dagger that it got from the mummy in the tomb inside the hidden pyramid down at the bottom of the desert in africa where the elephants get hunted for their tusks made of ivory like the soap that you'd be holding in your good hand while in the shower when the new metal hand decided to attack you, ya know?

Re: ugh

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

*explodes*

Re: ugh

[masterbiscuit.livejournal.com]

*grabs broom and shovel*

Re: ugh

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

Might want to get a sponge for the walls, too.

[master-sock.livejournal.com]

The first three years of high school were the same...had a friend or three and that was about it. My senior year was fun though. Had a whole bunch of friends. Lotsa fun stuff. I even had a few pictures in the year book...well actually only two of those candid ones and it was the same picture just in two different places. But I got into a couple of the club pictures and everything. My senior picature was horrible though.