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Hi there, hive! Today we’re kicking off a new series on the ‘bee where bloggers will share a little about what they were like in high school. We’ll all get to know a little more about the bloggers—what they looked like, how cool (or stupid) their hair was, their views on love and relationships, and how high school shaped them as human beings. (Oh yeah—and there will be pictures. Loads of embarrassing ones!) I’m gonna break the ice with the first “Then & Now” post…

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In high school, I struggled a lot to figure out who I was. (Who didn’t?) I went through several phases, beginning with my grungy/skater/poseur phase during my freshman year, where I never combed my long, ratty hair and wore baggy sweaters, baggy jeans, and sparkly maroon Airwalks. Sadly, no evidence exists of this phase, at least none that I can find. During this phase, I was also in a “band,” the members of which were chosen based not on talent, but on our collective love for Hanson. Yup.

At the end of this phase, I cut my hair off, inspired by Natalie Imbruglia’s chic short ‘do. Even though looking back I am mortified at how it looked, at the time it actually made a boy who I liked notice me and ask me out, so I guess it wasn’t all bad. Well, you can judge for yourselves:

By sophomore year, I had a whole new set of friends. For some reason, we enjoyed dressing up like the Spice Girls. (I was Sporty, which is ironic considering I don’t have an athletic bone in my body.)

You can also see that this was the phase where, embarrassed by my thick eyebrows, I started tweezing them into oblivion. Unfortunately, my face has never fully recovered from that low-self-esteem-induced affront on one of its most prominent features.

Junior year, still trying desperately to find my place, I dated a wannabe cowboy and later got a job at Schlotszky’s. The boy was all wrong for me, but the job kinda made sense. Maybe I was getting somewhere. Although I think I took a few steps back with this hairdo that I wore to the Valentine’s dance. (Incidentally, I did actually have a date—it was one of approximately seven total dates I went on in high school. I’m not sure why the only photos I have are of me alone with the ceramic dog! Also, I’m not sure why I’m touching the dog.)

By senior year, my head was so far in the clouds that I was practically out of my small town already. At least I was starting to look normal?

In high school, I pretty much never felt like I 100% belonged. A big part of that was not meeting a guy who I really felt like I clicked with. I desperately wanted a “serious” boyfriend, but it never happened for me. I don’t think I was pessimistic about my love life, though. I just knew that as soon as I got to college, I’d find someone (or several someones!). And I was right. After three years of carefree partying and the occasional random hook-up (OK, and some obsessing over the wrong guys), I met the perfect guy for me.

What were you like in high school? Did you have good hair? What were your views on love and relationships?