burn.

The other night I had a dream that someone we knew gave us a cheque for 60,000 dollars.  When I woke up in the morning, I thought, "phew, I'm glad we got that sorted".

( first year of college)
 

This afternoon I got out a bin of things from Jr. High, High school, and some college.  Over the years I've narrowed down my stuff (with the exception of pictures) from this period to a 3/4 full medium-sized rubbermaid.  By the looks of what I've saved, I'll go ahead and say I could probably get it down to a shoe box.  There are some papers, transcripts, homework type journals, and loads of mementos some of which origins unknown.  There's also a file folder of letters I wrote but never sent.  Some of them were addressed and left, or scribbles on the back of math homework, or in a few cases, still sealed love letters I never intended on mailing.  OH MY.  These are nearly unbearable to read.  Nearly.  I'm sorry, Friends who may have recieved copies of these, the power of the written word was overwhelming in those days.  Apparently I needed to use all the words I knew.  Even words I only had some vague understanding of.  And I needed to use them in the most self-conscious, dramatic, and wholly ridiculous way. 

I kind of want to throw them all out.  In other ways I think I should probably save them and use them as a litmus test in another 10 or 20 years. 

"Do these make you cringe more than they make you laugh?"

The love letters need to go, I think.  They were all unrequited, and People, I had a hard time letting go.  Pathetic?  I'm sure they thought so.  By the time I met Paul I had left that part of my personality on the Red Line  somewhere between Wilson and Wrigley Field.  Poor guy.  He got the rest of me, which at the time, wasn't so great.

 

Oh!  And I also found these glasses.  I'm going to say 2nd grade.  I don't think they're ever coming back.