I’m Aging Man…and it’s Scary

My mother and I had a photoshoot at my middle school’s track the other day.

I haven’t been there for almost three years.

It seems so much smaller than it did before.

It’s funny how you look back and realize how much easier it used to be.

High school’s cray.

I have a minimum of five tests and quizzes on average per week. Not to mention the piles of homework and extra classes for the SAT, the ACT, and whatever other letter combinations that the College Board can think of.

Life seemed so much simpler before.

No, I cannot actually jump that high. Sophia is just really good at her job.

I have to say, Sofia, our photographer, made me do more exercise than I had ever done in all my three years at middle school.

I hated that track.

The gym teachers would make us run five laps and I HATED it with a burning passion of a thousand suns.

Not just because I despise exercise, but also because we would run no matter how cold or how hot the weather would be.

I would always return to the lockerroom either feeling like I had frostbite or feel as though I were about to pass out from heatstroke (yes, I am a drama queen).

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Just chillin’. Keepin’ it natural.

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That is not a smile of happiness. It is a smile of pain for holding that position for so freaking long.

Just adding in some Mean Girl love 😉 .

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Showing some shoe love ❤️

Signature Willow Smith Move

Sunglasses from Poshmark

Despite the fact middle school was way easier than high school, if given the choice, I wouldn’t go back in time to relive it all again.

High school may be stressful, and sometimes I mistake it for a juvenile hall, but it’s strangely liberating. You get a lot more options in terms of course choices, and they’re also more interesting. Such as Psychology, Latin, Cooking, and there’s even a class called Mobile App Development (this is legit).

Was I initially disappointed because I realized real high schools don’t have students that spontaneously break into song and dance? Immensely. But the other stuff that’s in the typical American high school movies, like clubs and trips, do actually exist and that’s pretty cool.

Even though growing up is scary and overwhelming, it’s also cool all at the same time. Like a roller coaster. You may feel as though you’re about to die from fear, but you’re also excited for what’s to come next (I know, that’s deep).

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7 thoughts on “I’m Aging Man…and it’s Scary

  1. If you’re ageing, then I have one foot in the grave, my dear. The passing of time aside, you look amazing in those pants. They’re really quite something else. And look at you go with that sky high jump 😀

  2. Pingback: I’m Aging Man…and it’s Scary | Sheela Writes

  3. i can understand the disappointment of finding out the real high schools don’t have students that spontaneously break into song and dance. it’s disappointing that it doesn’t happen anywhere in life. thank you for sharing with the Powers the Flower link-up.

  4. I want to take that Mobile App development class, I didn’t know such a class existed before college, neat. It is really nice meeting you Eve. I love your moms blog and style and can see you two have a ton of fun with it. You look great in these photos and what a nice outfit.
    Thank you for linking up to “Bloggers Who Have Inspired Me”
    Rachel xo
    http://garaytreasures.com

    • The best thing about that Mobile App is that it takes up the time equivalent of two classes. And it’s not actually at our school. It’s at an engineering school nearby called Guthrie and students take the bus there and back. Thank you so much for your comment. I hope you have a great weekend 🙂 .

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