High school.

Guys, I went back to high school this semester!

To do a seminary teaching practicum at Provo High.

The first day I walked in there,

I felt like I was in high school--

insecure and out of place.

Who would I talk to?

Where should I sit?

But it got better.

I love those little kiddos now.

And then I was looking at my pictures from high school.

I started out awkward too.

Me as a freshman.

And high school was long and hard.

But I just had this revelation:

Being a teenager was kind of fun.

Kind of.

I had great friends.

And we went to an awesome high school.

We wore uniforms.

I popped my collar.

We went on minivan adventures after school.

I wasn't cool.

I didn't go to school dances.

But once,

I did this instead:

I took AP US history.

Only 4 girls in the class.

The boys high fived too much,

and it was crazy

and wonderful.

I studied French for four years.

I went to the zoo for my 17th birthday.

Good choice.

I made us have a 200th birthday party

for his excellency, Abraham Lincoln.

I had that kind of sway with the history teachers.

But most of high school felt like this:

I went to Girls' Camp,

Youth Conference,

and Trek!

Sometimes,

beach adventures.

And then I graduated.

It sounds kind of picturesque,

the way I described it.