Given that I moved into my own place almost five years ago, I realized that it was probably time for me to clean out my old room. During the process I found a few treasures from my youth and I thought sharing them with you would help mortify my pride. Let the humbling begin!
Ah, another Dickensian Christmas with the Bruces. I often wonder what happened to that beautiful white fireplace.
A page from a little book I made at Pioneer Girls in third grade. Sadly, my handwriting still looks like this.
Prom 1997. My date and I made our entire group about two hours late when we decided to order the dessert sampler.
My first attempt at keeping a diary. It was an utter failure, considering that my first entry is dated four years later.
My brother as "Indiana Jeff" at the very first Camp O' Fun. Of all the incomprehensible skit plots we've had, this one takes the cake.
A Japanese print I made in art class in fourth grade. I especially like my music note stamp. If only someone had encouraged my artistic talent, who knows where I'd be today?
At the end of junior year, I had the brilliant idea of packing up all my bedding a day too soon. This was the result.
My official nickname during summer musicals.
My first big ballet recital picture. I particularly like the lovely silk plant in the background.
A thank you note from one of my first events as a Children's Director. I'm still proud of the fact that my party was the best time ever in a child's whole life.
A page from a college notebook. It appears to have served dual purposes: Greek drill sheet and lipstick blotter.
A page from a little book I made at Pioneer Girls in third grade. Sadly, my handwriting still looks like this.
Prom 1997. My date and I made our entire group about two hours late when we decided to order the dessert sampler.
My first attempt at keeping a diary. It was an utter failure, considering that my first entry is dated four years later.
My brother as "Indiana Jeff" at the very first Camp O' Fun. Of all the incomprehensible skit plots we've had, this one takes the cake.
A Japanese print I made in art class in fourth grade. I especially like my music note stamp. If only someone had encouraged my artistic talent, who knows where I'd be today?
At the end of junior year, I had the brilliant idea of packing up all my bedding a day too soon. This was the result.
My official nickname during summer musicals.
My first big ballet recital picture. I particularly like the lovely silk plant in the background.
A thank you note from one of my first events as a Children's Director. I'm still proud of the fact that my party was the best time ever in a child's whole life.
A page from a college notebook. It appears to have served dual purposes: Greek drill sheet and lipstick blotter.
1 comment:
My favorite part is definitely where the diary entry says, "This holds all my secrets, hopes, and dreams" followed then by a blank page.
Sort of depressing.
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