So I decided to start a blog! I'm not sure what I want to write about or what I want to accomplish with this, but ta da! Here it is.
I'm going to start by telling a story of sentimentality. Because I'm super sentimental. I save everything that contains a memory, good or bad. Example: my eraser. It's just a simple little pink eraser. It used to be bigger. I bought it in a pack of six erasers that look exactly like it when I was a sophomore in high school and I've been using it ever since. The other erasers from that set are still sitting in a jar on my desk at home and I will not use them until this one dies.
Why is this eraser so special?
Every time I use it, it brings me back to high school. Back before I could drive and my friends called me "Deegle" because they knew it drove me crazy. My friend Megan and I wrote letters to each other all the time because we never got to see each other (I always signed mine "Lauralicious," and ever since then that's how I've signed all of my letters, which is how I came up with the name for my blog!) and Chick-Fil-A was new to Clemson.
Even though those were not my best days ever (they weren't awful, they just weren't nearly as good as they've been since then if that makes sense), I don't want to forget. I loved being 16 and I loved French class and I loved how happy I was when I finally got my license and I loved watching Davie B. and Mikey P. perform at Moe Joe's and I loved youth group and youth retreats and I think I just loved everything.
So I guess my eraser is just representative of everything from high school. It's the ups and the downs (there were plenty of both). High school is over and they tore down the building, so I can't go back and visit. I have to be a grownup now and the best and most tangible and accessible way to remember those days is by using my eraser. There are still markings on it from where Albert carved "Dimgle" into it on one side and a stick figure that I think is supposed to be me on the other.
I am aware that it's pretty silly to write an entire blog post on the eraser that I've been using for the past three years, but I love it. My memories are invested into it.
Also, in case you're wondering, I am planning on using it until it's all dwindled away. I'm just going to keep on erasing my mistakes with it until I can break out the next (when I bought that pack of six, I had no idea that they would last me so long...I'll be old when they're finally all used up!). And when it's all gone, I'll have other ways of remembering my good old high school days. I have yearbooks from all four years and I have letters from Megan (who is now my roommate) and schoolwork that I'm proud of and other paraphernalia.
But for now, I'll just keep my eraser in my backpack and use it in math class. And when my hands get bored, I'll spin it around with my fingers. Because that's just what I do with my hands when they get bored.
Also, I will continue to be sentimental. Probably forever. It's a blessing and a curse.
Love,
Lauralicious
