Blast from the past

Zebulon? ZEB-U-LON. Sounds like a recently discovered planet or something, doesn't it? In actuality, it is this guy I supposedly had the hugest crush on in seventh grade, amongst Isaiah, Luke and Jamie. I stumbled upon my elementary and middle school journals as I was packing books from a skyscraper bookshelf I've had for years. It was hilarious, and at times a little heart wrenching, reviewing artifacts that harbored my old self. There is so much I had forgotten about over the years. There are many amazing experiences I had thought I would never forget, and other situations I wish could somehow magically erase from existence.

Opening my old journals and diaries was bittersweet. I laughed, snorted, and cried as I perused the entries. Some entries are definitely worth noting.

Third Grade: I convinced this girl to trade her Barbie watch for my feather pen. The girl wasn't too jazzed until I told her my feather pen had once belonged to Benjamin Franklin!

Third grade: I missed four days of school after being traumatically humiliated when my sister and her friend threw my training bra and underwear in the middle of the classroom before the morning bell went off. My sister was angry after my Mom had forced her to bring me to her friend's sleepover that past weekend.

Fifth grade: I would kiss my journal entry with whatever lip gloss I was wearing that day and ask the journal if it could guess the flavor? WTF??

Sixth grade: I ran out of the bathroom bawling in hysterics when I "became a woman," and cried repeatedly to my Mom, "But, I'm not ready to be a woman yet!"

Sixth grade: I ran for School Secretary and wrote, "Vote for Brandi "Sweet like Candy" on all the school banners. During the campaign speech I threw out candy to everyone. Wow! I don't even remember this.

Seventh grade: I went to a movie with this guy Nick, not long after we were there he tried to shove his tongue down my throat. I told him no and he kept bugging me, so I said I had to go to the ladies room. Instead, I walked right out the front door and left him there!

Seventh grade: This girl told me she was "ditching" me and was going to make all my friends ditch me too. So, I did what I thought was smart at the time, I punched her in the face and gave her a bloody nose. (We're friends now!)

It is amazing how much I have grown since then, and even more amazing at how much of my life I have forgotten or swept under the rug. Hmm......I wonder whatever happened to that "totally hot guy" Zebulon??