Sometime ago I wrote this post as I reflected on my time in high school. Now I dedicate it to the West Marion class of 1996 on our 16th anniversary of graduation.
I suppose it was inevitable. God has a way of making you face things you don’t want to face, so that he can complete you. I’m not sure how I’m going to overcome this, but at least I’m willing to try now and I recognize the problem.
Let me explain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up.
High School was not the greatest time for me. I’m not exactly sure why, but it wasn’t. I wasn’t popular, but I wasn’t unpopular. Girls didn’t throw themselves at me, but they didn’t ignore me either. Though my grades were above average, they were just under the curve to avoid recognition.
In short, I was forgettable.
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