Today I was sent a link to pictures from the ten-year high school reunion that I missed. Although the pictures mostly made me glad I missed it, I couldn’t resist digging out the senior yearbook when I got back.

And so I bring you… snippets from the notes written in my senior yearbook:

First, the nail-on-the-head crowd:

• “No one can talk about tampons and brest [sic] like we can”
• “Make it so”
• “I will miss you, your incredibly DIFFERENT (with all respect) ways…”

I sense a theme here:

• “I owe you my life, because without your help, I surely would have failed Latin, and my parents would have killed me!”
• “Thanks for all the help you gave me in our years of Latin! You are the Latin Queen!”
• “Thanks so much for helping me study for the AP Latin Exam. I think you saved my butt!”

Worship me:

• “What do you write to the smartest girl you know?”
• “You’re a lovely intelligent young lady.”
• “I look at you and I see beauty that is unfathomable. I’ve always imagined you as the queen fairy sitting inside of a huge rose.” [ed: that’s one huge rose, all right]

A little alarming:

• “Before you know it, we’ll be walking down the aisle together!”
• “I’ll fondly keep our wonderful memories together in the back of my mind: making up cheerleading dances to Paula Abdul, making earring [sic] out of noodles, traveling to a New Kids concert, and many more.
• “Thanks for being my ‘instruction manual'”
• “This year was really fun. Especially the puppy noises.”

And a little lukewarm:

• “I suppose you will do well in college.”
• “Best of luck at Pomona. You SHOULD be at the Fermi lab, but you’re such a great student I’m sure you’ll do well wherever.”