Karma, please don't bite me...

I know that my readers aren't high school girls, but if I had the chance to mentor any, I'd say, "That boy? Girl please! It's not that serious."

"If I could go back in time..."

You only have one high school graduation and it's a memory that will last you for the rest of your life. Make it count.

This is a Finish the Sentence Friday post!

If I could go back in time, I would make my high school graduation more memorable.

I dated the same boy for one whole year. We started dating after he was my homecoming escort and then I wanted to secure him as my prom date, so I made it work. 

Eight months later, on graduation night of June 8, 1988, I made him the most important person in my life and forgot about anything or anyone else.

This is the only picture I have   that I wanted to preserve. 

This is the only picture I have that I wanted to preserve. 

Before graduation my daddy set up the tripod to take a few pictures at the house. My grandfather was there; he had flown in from Pennsylvania. 

It was hot and humid that evening. We had had one of those summer rains where the steam was rising off of the ground. 

My hair had melted beyond repair and there was no way I was throwing my cap in the air.

I didn't take anymore pictures or hang around for goodbyes or well wishes to my high school friends. 

I went out with my boyfriend and stayed out past a made up graduation curfew.

My daddy was beyond livid when he woke me up the next morning. He told me to get up and get dressed so that he could take pictures of me in my cap and gown. Fortunately I still had my cap. 

I clearly remember that moment more than graduation day itself. Daddy was mad, mom was quiet, my grandfather looked intently at his newspaper as daddy took me outside for pictures. I don't have any of those photos in my possession. I remember I didn't like them. The look of the day before couldn't be recaptured. I didn't know what I had missed, yet in that moment I knew I had missed everything. I wanted a do-over.

If I could go back in time, I would make my high school graduation more memorable.

Here's the thing about that boy... I broke up with him over the phone in October of my freshman year in college saying, "Um this isn't going to work." 

See. It wasn't that serious.

Dear Karma, please don't come back to bite me. 

Finish the Sentence Friday

This post was my contribution to Finish the Sentence Friday prompt "If I could go back in time..."

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