Ever wonder what people think about you? For real? In every day life? My Biblical Literature teacher at Carmel High School of Indiana in the eleventh grade thought it was important, and near the end of the semester made it our class assignment.
You see, he had each of us tear out a sheet of notebook paper, scrawl our name across the top and then randomly pass our papers around class. He then had each student write one thing that they thought described the person whose name was written on that sheet of paper–anonymously. I have no recollection of what I wrote that day to any of my classmates, but I’ve kept my own sheet of paper that my classmates had written about me folded up inside my purse for three years before losing it sometime after I married.
Until yesterday when my oldest son found it, unfolded it, and gave it to my husband. I knew something was up when I heard them laughing in the other room.
Wonder how much I’ve changed since 1998? In no particular order, here is what my classmates thought of me some eleven or twelve years ago:
Contributes to class: 5
Something good to say: 2
Voices own opinions or expressive: 5
Talked quite a bit: 2 (I’ve been accused of this recently)
Friendly: 6
Funny: 1 (I’m working on this)
Good luck: 1 (what exactly does this mean?)
Smart: 6
Awesome: 3
You draw nice pictures on your tests: 1 (thanks for noticing)
Your name is cool/That’s a big name up there: 2
Welcome home dear, I love yo style (obviously this soul came to class high)
Pretty: 2 (makes me laugh…I oughta dig up that school portrait)
You always know what to say to Mr Knowles to make him put his foot in his mouth: 1 (true, so true)
And the number one comment from Mr Knowles himself:
Mr Knowles, you’d be proud of me today. In fact, if you’d like to send me some Dr Pepper, I’d be more than obliged.
Ahem.
A Blast from the Past:
Um WOW.
Sporting my previous school’s band outfit at their rival school (my new school).
I couldn’t sing then. I can’t sing now.
Watch out teachers–you never know when I might bring a camera to class (this is also the same teacher a classmate and I teased unmercifully over a handwritten note of his we found that had an appointment for a castration. Probably his pet’s castration, but that’s not what we thought.)
Because nothing wakes you up better on Christmas morning than gorilla slippers.
I freaked out many a returned missionary in college over this photo.
Me circa 2009. I’m thinking I haven’t changed much over the years.
So, how do you remember yourself when you were younger? Do you think you’ve changed much?
