It's no secret that I'm The Husband's wife and Carter's mom. If you've been reading for a while, you also know that prior to these life roles, I worked my absolute dream job as a Hematology/Oncology and Bone Marrow Transplant nurse. From what I care to share with the internet, I'm sure many of you are also aware of my sarcastic humor, dry wit and penchant for Chardonnay. Did I mention dry wit?
But, was I always this witty and sarcastic? Did I always want to be a nurse-turned-wife-turned-mother? What did I do before I discovered reality television and delivered a near 10lb baby?
I'm always intrigued by who did what during their high school years and with my 10-year high school reunion slowly creeping up later this year, I thought you might get a kick out of who I was during the years of 1997-2001.
I attended an all-girls Catholic high school. I wore a plaid skirt, knee socks and Doc Martin's. I got in trouble if my skirt was too short (which was always) and if my shirt was untucked (which was... always). If I had the chance to do it all over again, I wouldn't waste a minute.
Looking back, I was quite the high school dichotomy. I belonged to the Junior Statesmen of America debate club and used my "free activity period" on Fridays to watch movies with the teacher that all the girls had a crush on. No, really. "Movie club" was a legit F-Day activity and it was awesome.
I was a witness on the Mock Trial team that went all the way to States two years in a row. I was a cheerleader for the all-boys school that proceeded to kick our plaid butts at aforementioned States. It was during my cheerleading days that I fell in love with my high school boyfriend who, you guessed it, played on the football team. We were that couple.
I pitched for the school's softball team for a year and quit promptly after the season ended, when the coach chose to play favorites and insisted on playing the girl who was taking pitching lessons from her sister over me. I guess you could say I was a sore loser. Me? A sore loser?
I was a member of Model UN, SADD and CARE. The only thing I remember about Model UN was the big conference at the end of the year where my school unleashed it's team of all-girl members in a hotel full of boys. Well, I'm sure there were other girls there, too. But all I remember were the boys. And there was a dance involved. CARE was a volunteer group (Christian Action Reaching Everyone). So, I did a little volunteering.
I rocked the world's smallest pair of spandex shorts and played volleyball, not only for my high school, but also for a traveling club team that took me all over the east coast. When I wasn't bumping, setting and spiking my way through the tri-state area, I was singing and dancing my little heart out both in show choir and my high school's Spring musicals.
There was also that time I poured my little dramatic heart out in the Fall drama. Let's just say I much preferred the spotlight and the glitz and glam of show tunes to the low lighting and hum-drum of serious dramatics.
Oh, did I mention the Biology team? Because I'm pretty sure I was a part of that, too. Although looking back, I'm not quite sure what purpose that club served. I'm fairly certain my best friends were also a part of the Biology team and we used to spend the club's meeting time ordering Dominos and hanging out.
So there you have it. I was that girl. The debate team, Mock Trial, a little drama, some united nations, a lot of showtunes, some spandex, a couple of pom-pom's, a baseball mitt and some AP Biology.
Oh... and I'm pretty sure I sat at the coolest lunch table in the cafeteria. At least myself and my friends thought so. Who were you in high school? Were you a dichotomy too?