I realized something today: I have been out of high school for five years. (Well...five years in May.) Just a recap: That's FIVE FUCKING YEARS, a.k.a. a really fucking long time.

The thing is, my three years of high school (two, really...the first one doesn't count; it's almost as though it never existed, as I have almost no memories of it and nothing of note happened when I was a sophomore) feel like they lasted a lot longer than my five years out of high school. I'm not sure why that is. It might simply be that my memory is playing strange little tricks on me.

Or it might be that I actually did things then. Amazingly enough, I had a life in high school. I had friends, I had a boyfriend. I went to debate and forensics tournaments, I had after school mock trial practices, I went to girlz nites, I wrote for the school paper, I took figure skating lessons and piano lessons, I didn't practice my violin, and I played on a softball team.

My time was actually filled up when I was in high school. I wasn't bored nearly as often. I barely ever watched TV back then, I didn't spend every night immobile on either the couch or the overstuffed brown chair, I didn't spend hours on the Internet (shit, I didn't even have the Internet). I wore my pants several inches higher, my satiny orchestra shirt was actually somewhat cool, sparkling (by means of glitter) was fun, and I wore my suits and ties on a regular basis (a habit that I really ought to get back in to).

Life was different back in the day. Maybe those two years seem so much longer than these past five because high school isn't blurred into one monotonous day. Back then, there were actually events (other than exams and term papers) that marked time's passage and made the weeks and months separate from one another. Maybe high school feels longer in my brain because, in order to experience as much activity at this stage in my life as I did back then, I'd have to be a college student for about fifty years.

That's quite pathetic. Oh well. My life is quite pathetic.