I don’t know why I remember this, but I graduated from high school on June 18, 1990. That would be 20 years ago today.
Graduation was outside, but I’m pretty sure it was drizzly. Out of the 200 some odd graduates, I was one of the very last that actually got my diploma. I only graduated with plain honors, not highest honors, so I was just in with the crowd.
I didn’t think to ask Mom to look for pictures before about 3 hours ago, so we are making do with one that she had on bookshelf. This was from my senior portrait session, which was actually the summer before, but still.
Dudes, what was with that cheesy smile?
We also found another gem, my senior prom portrait, which I think was some time in the spring of 1990? I think?
I still have that dress hanging in my closet. Mom made it. She made me and my sister a lot of clothes — I’m pretty sure she made the dress that I wore to graduation. It was light pink and drop waisted.
Sometimes I can’t remember why I walked from one room to another, but I can remember what I wore, the date of graduation and the fact that it was a Thursday.
Joe informed me that 20 years meant I was officially old.
In some ways it does make me feel old, but I can also see how it’s all relative. I’m exactly the same age that my Mom was when I graduated. At that time, I was pretty sure she and my Dad were awfully old, but…I know I’m not THAT old. I’m sure in another 20 years I’ll be thinking that anyone who’s “only” 37 is still just a baby.
Maybe I’ll have a completely different perspective next week when I turn 38.