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Last night I played "little girl" with a friend from high school. I had asked if she wanted to go for a run with me this morning a few days ago. The plan was to go for a long run and it has been undeniably hot here (99, 101 crazy), so she suggested that I spend the night at her house and we wake up early to run. It was cute and a lot of fun. We were both tired and were asleep by 1:30, but it was fun to do the slumber party thing of way back when. My house was always the slumber party site, though, so it was odd to be somewhere else. Anyway, we woke up this morning and were exhausted. My legs were really sore, too, so we ended up not going very far. At 8:30 it was already horribly hot, and we didn't last. Afterwards, we headed off to a new Panera. She had received a coupon for 3 free bagels so we took advantage and had a great FREE breakfast and it was a lot of fun. We shared 2 bagels (sharing is always better, I think), and sat on some comfy chairs and chatted for a while. Her mom's boyfriend ended up there at some point too, so he sat with us and shared bites of his cinnamon roll.

Her mom was my hs English teacher and she stays fairly caught up on people's lives. I don't have particularly good memories of high school, so when I come home I don't care to relive that period of my life, but she is very good at catching me up. I couldn't believe how quickly I had forgotten so many people. I hardly even remembered the names that were behind thrown back and forth as if I should have known. At the same time, I have this disgusting addiction of looking at my yearbooks at least one time every time I come home. It just feels so weird. Looking through the glossed pages at people's pasted smiles and trendiest wardrobes never ceases to make me feel uncomfortable. In an odd way, that part of my life doesn't seem real to me. I don't feel like I ever really belonged in high school. Not the sort of belonging that includes having friends, a niche, a role, because I really had all of those things, but more like I feel like I sort of skpped that stage of development. I was a little kid, and then I was older. But, I don't think I was really ever a "high-schooler." In fact, I'm pretty sure I found it all pretty ridiculous from day one.