I always knew my past would come one day back to haunt me… and it did.
I got tagged on Facebook by an old classmate of mine yesterday. A former classmate from the Catholic Elementary school which I had attended, St. Bernadette School (an Elementary school in Suriname). The picture was not one I hadn’t seen before – I have a printed version of it somewhere in my room – but it was nice to see it digitally AND to reconnect/chat my so many old classmates of mine. Everyone whom was tagged started posting comments, sharing memories and I also received a few new friend requests.
It was interesting, because I remember all the faces, but not the names. I am very bad with names. And certainly with the names of classmates from 14+ years ago.
In the photo I was 12 years old and apparently I was a major nerd back then. Doing other people’s homework, letting others copy mine and probably being one of the goody two-shoes in class. yeah, I think I had nothing better to do back then. haha.
If only I knew how my life would turn around.
Okay on a serious note now. Elementary school was still an “OK” period in my life. Secondary and High School memories really are the ones that I’ve blocked out and stored away somewhere in the deep vaults of my mind.
It was actually quite nice to see some old faces again, because it made me feel quite nostalgic (read: old). The fact that all of them still remember me and my background stories, makes me feel less insignificant as I thought I once was.
To see the infamous picture, check my Facebook profile 😉
(the above picture is obviously a recent one)