I once again come to you all with another stolen idea again from my friend Courtney. This time with a list of things I would tell a younger version of my self to do if there was some way to go back in time and talk to me. However I would go a little farther back than just 21. Now the top 10 things I would tell the 16 year old me.
10. Get contacts.
9. Don't quit softball because in college you'll regret being so out of practice.
8. Invest in Krispy Kreme because everyone and their mom is going to love them in about 2 years.
7. Go to church! You're going to anyway in a little over a year.
6. Be nice to your friends and let the small things go. No need to harp or point fingers.
5. Study for math!
4. I know you quit piano in 3rd grade but take it back up and stick with it.
3. Super Nintendo is so not cool. Just wait and see what's ahead.
2. Take the video editting elective at Franklin and stop avoiding things you think will be too hard.
1. Step out of your comfort zone more and talk to everyone. In a few years you're going to be that way anyway. It'll make high school so much better with tons of friends. Don't be shy.
8 comments:
I'd tell my 16 year old krispy cream is basically crack and not to start cause you'll never quit.
crack's good too
I'd tell my sixteen year old self to take another nap, they are way too few when you get older
ok, I'd tell myself to try crack, then after that I'd be like, "thank goodness you learned that lesson, at least you didn't try krispy cream!"
phew!
super nintendo was so mesmerizing . . . it was like nintendo on crack. amazing how times have changed. who knew it could ever be so outdated?
like remember when slap bracelets were too "dangerous" to bring to school. Those were awesome, like crack.
(sorry all this crack talk... I can't help myself)
when we were in school having a beeper meant you were a drug dealer and you got suspended, now kids are asked to turn off their phones in class. and we laughed at cher and dionne talking to each other on the phone walking down the hall... totally normal now.
In case anyone was wondering the picture is an actual picture of my actual high school Ben Franklin High in New Orleans. Those are the front steps where I learned to do crack.
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