I don't mean allergy or hurricane season as much as the culprit surrounding senioritis - graduation season. Every time I turn on the radio, I'm inundated with ads for grads. These commercials made me a bit nostalgic and I recently flipped open my senior yearbook.
Ten years have gone by - my how time flies.
My how many people I've forgotten. I obviously knew them at some point though. Their notes scribbled on various pages prove we had a connection. And as you can see, uh, what a connection it was.
Robert, um, ahem, no actually you won't see me next year. It's my senior year. I'm, uh, I'm leaving. That's why you are signing this book.
This one's from my boyfriend-at-the-time. Cameron knew I didn't know elf - not many people do actually - so he thought it would be funny to sign in code. Someone gave me the code so I was able to interpret the note but I remember thinking he could have written something more worthwhile since it was a secret message and all. I don't know elf anymore to translate but any hobbits out there wanting a challenge are welcome to dicipher it.
Brandon, I'm sure he'll find some new girl. I pity her.
Jeremy, because you asked, I sign your yearbook. ~Charlottalove
Class of 1997 - TTYL!