How Time Flys

Where does the time go? It seems like just yesterday I was back in middle school going through those awkward years. Back in that time not only did I have that awkward look but I was figuring out who my friends were and who I was as a person. But those years are far gone and I’m way past my first crush and my first kiss. It’s hard to believe I’m through those four glorious yet miserably stressful high school years. Then it was all about who was popular or not and popularity was never based on what it should have been based off of such as who was kind to everyone or who treated all of the people with the respect they deserved. Instead it was based off of who was the best looking, most accomplished and involved, who had the best clothes, and finally who was head cheerleader or captain of the football team, or where I’m from who was on the varsity wrestling team. It even seemed strange to me then that such petty things were important to most of the students in my graduating class. What is even stranger to me though, the ones who were seen as having all those things and therefore were seen as popular are now the ones is that still see those things as important “qualities.” Even with the frivolous views of high school, I still enjoyed most of it and found that high school sweetheart that I fell in love with ad then, like most high school relationships, ended with that big blow-up fight. Those years, even with all the stress, flew by quicker than I imagined they could. Now, I am n my third year in college. It’s still hard to believe I’m already this far. My first year of college was all about the adjusting to a new school. I also found exercising on my own to be very important. This year was also the year I met my husband. I had seen him on the sidelines before and my friends were convinced I needed a man, so I agreed to meet him. We text each other for awhile but I decided he was a jerk and he decided I wasn’t right for his life style at that time. He left for boot camp our second semester but we continued to talk. I, and most of the other students at Avila, still saw him as a bit of a jerk. However, when He came back he had a completely different attitude about hi despite the m. He showed a side of him no one had ever seen before. Soon after he got back, he came to visit me on his way to run another errand. Afterwards, I got a nervous phone call from him. He asked me on a date, the first dated he had ever asked a girl to. Everyone deserves a chance because you just may never know, so I said yes despite the warnings from friends. Now, he and I are married, moved Joplin together have an apartment and a puppy and are happy as can be! Man time FLYS!