The Worst Feeling

Been engulfed in a lot of high school nostalgia this week...found a box of old photos and, in an instant, was taken back in time. It was a guilty pleasure that I indulged for two days, but now, I think I am done. I had to stop when I found a notebook that I had shared trading notes with a friend (Friend was a she because two dudes trading notes in high school is, dare I say in a derogatory manner, gay). The worst part was reading things written by my high school self and realizing (again) that I was no better than the students I have today with my daily drama. I was, in fact, an over-sensitive, self-involved douche. I really hope that I have changed since then...