Freshman
This past week, I drove to my old high school, my son in the front passenger seat sneaking a sip of my iced caramel coffee, before pulling into the parking lot and finding a spot in the aisle next to the one where I had my designated parking place as a Senior way back in 1995-1996. I checked my purse one last time to make sure I had the forms and adequate proof of residency and we walked towards the back of the school where lines were forming. A young girl asked me if I'd dropped off my registration paperwork yet and I said no, so she directed us to one of the lines. And there I was. Walking back into the cafeteria where we had our Junior Achievement meetings once a week. Where I'd hung out with friends and crushed on boys and frantically tried to finish assignments before the next class. The spot where they had set us up for Senior pictures, Where we filled out paper forms to choose the homecoming court each year. And four years of memories flooded my brain. But the