Ahh high school. Those four years were some of the most formative of your life- you had your first homecoming dance, your first real heartbreak, your first joint. It was in those hallways that you started to decide what kind of people you wanted to surround yourself with and what kind of person you wanted to be.
But there was a time and a place for all that, and if you've already received your diploma, that time is in the past. We applaud you quarterback, prom queen, and class pres. You truly reined supreme in the cafeteria. But all good things must come to end because no one wants to be that creepy grad who keeps showing up to the football games.
There's nothing wrong with having enjoyed your four years of high school, but here's how to make sure that's not where you peak.
Forget the FOMO.
Back in the glory days, parties could be few and far between. Missing a house party was sure to leave you in the dark on the juicy gossip being mulled over in homeroom and the dish on who went to third base in Kyle's parent's bathroom. But even worse than being unable to attend was receiving no invite at all...those bitches.
Nowadays if you wake up with a news feed of red solo cups, you shouldn't sweat it. Sure you want to see your own friends, but if another crew has a banger and you weren't on the list, that's just one less drunken conversation about your intended major that you have to have.
Let your demons die.
The hallways of high school were like a minefield. Not only did you have to deal with your own enemies, but those of your friends as well. Because no one crosses MY crew and gets away with it. No one.
But hey, we're all in the real world now, and even though Becca stole your prom dress when you clearly bought it first, it's about that time to stop cursing her name every time she comes up in conversation. When you can care less about all the petty bullshit that went down in high school, you know you've made it out.
Understand that high school events are for high schoolers.
Senior year you probably all made vows to come back for just one more basketball game, or crash the annual valentines party. But hopefully upon marching across that graduation auditorium packed with overeager sweaty parents, a thought struck you: I am so getting out of here.
We all remember those alumni for lingering far too many years with us in the student section or sitting in the background of parties, a little too eager to take pictures with the newly budding sophomore girls. Don't be that human.
High school was great, but there is a whole lot greater left to come. Sure, remembering those shaping years of our lives can be nostalgic, but keep it at that; distant memories you can look back on, blur out the details you didn't like, and give a little wistful sigh as you romanticize the height of your puberty.