the second time around.

It's funny to be a junior, again.

You see- entering the status of junior, or eleventh grader in my high school was a huge deal.  All throughout my St. Mary's career people built up junior year as hell year.  The year you worked your hardest, when classes would be at their most intense, and college application deadlines loomed.  Girls having emotional breakdowns in the bathroom during our ten minute morning "break" (more like break-ette) would be explained with, "she's a junior" or "she got waitlisted at Yale."  During freshman year I remained ambivalent.  But towards the end of sophomore year I realized that something wild, much like a hurricane would be knocking on my front door awaiting me and my 10 pound Northface backpack. 

And what do I honestly remember?  Not too much.  Long, long hours at my desk upstairs in our bonus room.  Getting my honor roll certificate after finals were done. But mostly I recall days skipped with Alyx to bake cookies, wanting nothing more to get to college (I hung a Barnard poster in my bedroom for months), eating lunch everyday at pizzicato near PSU with Annalise and Hannah, driving Sundays in the rain to Art House for scrapbook supplies, and doing the inevitable:

Oh my goodness gracious! My how styles (and faces of people) have changed.  Do you know how siked I was about those Making Memories stamps?  I used them on nearly every layout I made!  Oh and the tiny clips, what fun ; ) I look at those cute ladies and love that I can place them now, on their own journey into the real world all thanks to the magic of Facebook.

This junior year the books are back out and with a vengance I haven't seen since 2004.  After a four hour library trip tonight my memories of what it means to have strained eyes are returning.  This should be an interesting ride.  At least by May, it will be my last time as a junior. 

Comments

[shan]

love the layout -- I'm convinced that no matter how much I try to make my layouts look classic or timeless or how absolutely awesome I think they are right now . . . it will only take a few years before I look back and chuckle at "the style".
Oh, I remember the dreaded junior year -- but also like you, I don't have too many memories of the studying . . . more of the fun.

[Lisa Brown]

For me it was my senior year, and my junior year was the easiest year. Strange, but true. Junior year was also the year I played the most and ditched the most classes :). What a fun memory :).

I hope you make plenty of fun memories this time around, to make up for all the work.

[k.m.]

i really love that page.
i hated college, all 8 years. (i only have a bachelors..)

[heidi]

good luck with the junior year, you'll do great