High school.
A time of fitting in and discovering oneself.
Raging hormones and school dances.
Senior pranks and memorable moments.
Lately, I've been going through a lot of my old high school papers. Partly because they're invading my house and partly because I don't need 9th grade tests, cnidarian fact sheets, and pre-calculus math problems anymore. Instead, I've graduated to participating in friendships, job searching, and pondering about my future life. All of which seem quite foreign yet very near. How is that the phrase "time flies" holds true to so many aspects of our lives? Why can I willingly release the balloon of old research papers and cannot begin to fathom letting go of the memories? Memories that went into writing notes or making a Beowulf rap? Memories of friends and that life changing event, "graduation" seem so far away yet when I unlock that door to reveal these past successes, I remember the smiles and joyful embraces.
But sometimes, when I unlock these doors, I am reminded of memories that were hurtful and destructive. Broken friendships gone sour, moments of silent suffering, and difficult circumstances.
Yet, through all of these memories, I am reminded that God was there with me. He was the one guiding me and pulling me through that inner tube of mixed emotions and beauty. He was the one constantly chasing after me to transform and create a new person.
So, whatever became of all those papers? All eight bags have been shredded and will be out on the curb Monday.
