Since I went to a ridiculously small private school, there really wasn't this huge social divide - everyone had a place where they belonged. You also knew everything about everyone, which was the downfall of it, and trust me, we could have given Laguna Beach a run for their money drama wise. We saw each other through the awkwardness of middle school, dated each other in a Gossip Girl almost incestual way (since we all kind of shared each other - there was no sloppy seconds, it was like, sloppy tenths), and cried when we graduated.
Obviously - we swore we would all be friends forever, no matter what - and obviously, this didn't happen. We all went on our separate ways, to separate states, separate colleges, and we grew up (or at least most of us did, whomp whomp).
We became different things - college drop outs, independent, law school students, parents, teachers, sluts, actresses, husbands/wives, stoners, unemployed post grads... ADULTS - we all changed in one way or another, whether for better or for worse.
There are some people who I graduated with that I really never give a second thought to, people who I wish weren't constantly popping up on my Facebook homepage, the ones I wish I had kept in touch with, but feel that it's too awkward now to randomly write on their wall (isn't it sad that keeping in touch now is really something done primarily on Facebook? Crazy!), and then there are the ones I have kept in touch with - the ones who have grown with me, who remember me as an awkward seventh grader with bad clothes and big glasses, and yet, still love me.
My best friend Tonya and I have been through our ups and downs over the years that we first met as new students at our private school in seventh grade.
I can totally remember in seventh grade, for whatever reason, she pissed me and the group of girls I hung out with off, and we wrote her a scathing letter telling her what a terrible person she was (awful, I'm so ashamed) -- she handed that note over to a teacher, and everyone who wrote that letter was sentenced to THREE WEEKS of Saturday detentions (no bueno, especially since they literally had us do manual labor like mopping bleachers or sweeping the buses! Lesson learned, administration).
I remember in high school (more sophomore/junior year), we were friends, but weren't close anymore, until our senior class trip to Disney reconnected us, and she joined myself and another girl in our little clique of all boys (making the ratio a much more normal 3 females to about 15 males).
Little baby Allison and Tonya as seniors in high school (on the senior trip that brought us back together as bffs).
We've been there for each other through it all - bad breakups, good breakups, hook ups, recovering from hangovers, celebrating birthdays, weight loss and gain, fights with family members, girls nights, nights out with the guys, double dates, set ups - you name it, she and I have fought through it, or celebrated it together.
Tonya and I came up with this (lame, immature) thing that we do whenever one of us has a breakup, or is going through a bad time - we go and try on dresses, the fancier the better.
I cannot even tell you when this started - probably eighth grade, but for some reason, it never ceases to cheer us up. We waltz into a store, try on a ton of dresses, take pictures, make stupid poses, and leave feeling one hundred percent better about ourselves.
Sometimes we end up falling in love with the dresses, and actually buy them, but it usually just results in a lot of laughs.
Plus, it's always nice to have someone besides a salesperson that you don't know to help zip you into a dress, or tell you that you need to suck it in so they can clasp it!
These pictures are literally from three + years ago - I forget which of us was going through what, but a photo lasts a lifetime.
Since things at home have been a little difficult, and since I went through a (not so difficult) breakup recently, Tonya and I decided that acting like children and reverting back to this tradition was the best possible way to give both of us a boost, and spend time together (though now I have a conscience, and felt bad for the salespeople who helped us, so I spent WAY too much money on a blazer from Neiman Marcus to try to compensate for us wasting their time a little... Sigh, adulthood).
It's also kind of fun to capture all this on film - we've really come a long way. Both of us have grown into ourselves, are more confident and are just happier in general.
While we're both like, actually adults now - with jobs, and new cars, and responsibilities beyond homework, and her maybe getting engaged soon (ah!) - we've grown together rather than have grown apart, which to me, is such a beautiful thing. (Plus, we can still do the same stupid stuff we used to, because sometimes it's fun to act like a kid/teenager again).
Words cannot even express how heavy this dress was - but that did not stop me from being absolutely in LOVE with it! (I know it's a little bit blurry of a picture - I guess we've lost our MySpace mirror picture skillzzz a little in our old age, bummer).
Seriously, I'm well aware of how lame this might sound - but to us, it's a great way to laugh and bond and spend quality time together. (And apparently now trying on dresses leaders to the purchase of new blazers, so really, we all win! -- This was especially a win since I did not buy another cardigan).
How do you and your girlfriends bond with each other (or guy friends - I don't gender discriminate!)? Do any of you still keep in touch with high school friends?
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