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Okay, so yesterday came and went...rather quickly too! Today's topic: Friends. I was reading in my high school journal last night and I came across some hilarious things I did in high school with my friends. I had totally forgotten that most of these things happened - I told you I have memory issues! There was one class (AP English with Mrs. Shelton, to be exact) and every week I would bring treats for the class (it was a little pricey, but in the end it paid off - I passed :) ). Anyway, toward the end of the year was Mrs. Shelton's birthday, so my friend Sarah and I brought cake. I had this awesome cake pan that was indestructible metal and had a handy dandy metal lid that slid onto it - it was pretty sweet, I'm not gonna lie.


Well, the class had their cake and ate it too and everyone loved us. :) After school I was so excited to eat the last piece of cake! It was suprise cake with chocolate chips and cream cheese at the bottom - my very favorite. In my jolly mood I volunteered to give my friends Aersta and Annie a ride home. We all piled into the car and started on our merry little way. All of the sudden it sounded like we were the victims of an air raid - the noise of the metal being sheared away from the top of my car was deafening. And then, it stopped.


We couldn't figure out what the HECK had just happened until Aersta (she was always the brilliant one) turned around and looked to see if there was something behind us. And there was...the cake pan. I had put it on the hood of the car and forgot to get it before we drove off. Oops. But, no harm done - it was indestructible like I said.


We pulled off to the side of the road and just as I was getting ready to run out and grab the pan, a school bus pulled out of the bus loop and RAN OVER MY PAN! Did I mention that the pan belonged to my Mother's Grandmother? Or that it was an heirloom of my Mom's? Allow me to illustrate what my pan looked post-bus:


I was suprised (and so were my friends) that I lived to see the next sunrise. Suffice it to say, telling this story is one of those times you hope your Mom doesn't read your blog and remember.

So, what are some of your great memories from high school? And aren't you so glad that we're past that awkward stage of life? Nevermind, I'm still awkward.

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Jessica said…
Nah, I liked High School! Junior High was my awkward stage of life. In High School, people were nicer and friendlier. And I could finally take classes that I wanted to take!
May 22, 2009 at 4:39 PM
Unknown said…
AP English! We had some good times in there. And your excellent cooking skills were part of the reason i decided to be roommates with you in college!
June 16, 2009 at 10:12 AM
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