"...where did I go wrong, I lost a friend..."

Ha. My friend and I were talking yesterday (she came over and helped me clean my room and we hung out and laughed) about how when we were in sixth and seventh grade, we talked about our senior year of high school, and the things we would do. The pranks we would pull, and we talked as though we would still be friends in High School.

Yet, as messed up as it may seem, we weren't friends in High School. The opposite, we were probably each other's nemesis. Ha. Senior year was just from August-December for me, and I wasn't in Marching Band anymore, so we were on different paths. Not to mention the fact we couldn't stand each other when we were in Marching Band. I was a pain in the rear, and she was a royal-well, let's not go there. I was pregnant, and she disapproved.

Somehow, we've patched our friendship after four years of not speaking to each other-and we're talking once more, and we're hanging out more, and we're writing together again-which is the one thing that we have found that keeps us sane. It's amazing to have her back in my life. I'm so grateful that we could throw our differences aside and reconcile.

But yesterday when we were cleaning we had a good laugh. And when we finally finished to the best of our ability, we were laying on the bed, and staring at the ceiling fan when she spoke, it went a little something like this.

HER: "God, what happened to our senior year?"

ME: "It just happened. And we weren't even paying attention."

HER: "You remember all the crap we said we would do...what ever happened to that?"

ME: "We just found different social groups-and we lead different lives-lives which took crazy and unusual twists."

HER: *Laughs lightly* "Yeah. I know. You were just too busy finally fitting in, and I was busy trying to fit in."

ME: "You know, you didn't have to change who you were to fit in, I didn't."

HER: *Sighs* "I guess you're right. But my god, can you believe it, our Senior year feels like it didn't even happen, and one minute you were there-I heard you were pregnant, I denied it because it was you-and let's face it, no one saw it coming-"

ME: "I didn't even see it coming."

HER: "-then by the time I found the words to apologize for being such a bitch to you, it was like you were gone-"

ME: "I graduated in December."

HER: "That's what I was told when I asked Heather."

ME: "Then before we knew it, we were at graduation, and we were different people-right?" I paused. "But doesn't it feel nice to know that here we are-you're a freshman in college and I'm a stay-at-home mom looking for a job and we're talking again? Our lives came back full circle-and as long as we don't let anyone else come between our friendship and writing we're good. We don't need a senior year-we've got the rest of our lives to make it up-four years don't make a friendship or break one, it was just our time to grow up and grow apart and we grew back together."

HER: "Yeah. I guess you're right."

And that was how it went. I've always been told if you want to make God Laugh, tell him your plans. I've found this to be true-I had my whole life planned out and now I'm not sure if I'm coming or going half the time, and I like the spontaneity. I'm not suppose to live according to an itinerary.

But we're back to where we were-different, but we're still the same. Just a little wiser than we were in sixth and seventh grade. I leave you with a picture of us at Graduation.