A Note to my High School Friends

I posted this in 2010, and I think it would be good to re-post it now. Even though I love the university I currently attend, most of what I said two years ago rings true today. I don’t miss my high school as much, but that’s because I know that, if I were to go back, almost nothing would be the same as it was before. The girls I graduated with have changed so much – they are becoming amazing women who are following their dreams – and some are living a dream they never thought of before, through motherhood. Regardless, I’m proud of the friends I made and wish only the best for them. Unfortunately, I don’t get to see them, or talk to them, as often as I used to, and the void is felt. Hopefully, however, the feeling of the sisterhood I formed 3 years ago will be enough to hold me through. I think it will – a Pride always sticks together.

From my post in 2010: “Before I begin, let me say this: I miss my high school. Not the physical building, the dances, the sports.. but the girls – the teachers – the environment itself. I feel ashamed that I haven’t updated PrettyNerd for such a long time. I’ve definitely noticed a trend though.. when I’m busy with new friends, new classes, and new experiences, it’s almost easy to forget my roots – where I’ve come from — who has shaped me into who I am. This is my attempt to garner those memories back into conscious thought. The intense nostalgia building up the past few days from thinking about my amazing friendships is motivation for this new post. I love every single one of my girlfriends differently, and they all mean a ridiculous amount to me. They really helped make my high school experience what it was, and even though I’m meeting people who, in their own ways, are building my college experience with me, I still want my ‘old’ friends to be a part of my life.

New Friends and Old Friends
Joseph Parry
1841-1903

Make new friends, but keep the old;
Those are silver, these are gold.
New-made friendships, like new wine,
Age will mellow and refine;
Friendships that have stood the test–
Time and change–are surely best;
Brow may wrinkle, hair grow gray,
Friendship never knows decay.
For ‘mid old friends, tried and true,
Once more we our youth renew.
But old friends, alas!  may die,
New friends must their place supply.
Cherish friendship in your breast–
New is good, but old is best;
Make new friends, but keep the old;
Those are silver, these are gold.