Oh, high school

It finally hit me. The giant comet that is green and white Catholic school plaid, distinctive of only Saint Gertrude. And I miss it so much. 

Last night Hannah, Sean, and I realized it was Sponsor’s Ball, and almost went to Benedictine to crash the ball. I perused the pictures on Facebook this morning and remembered how much fun I had last year. Dressing up, meeting your friends to take pictures with them (because dates and boys are stupid), and watching your other friends be presented in a wedding dress and waltz with their cookie who–I mean Sponsoring Officer. Ever since I found out about Sponsor’s and went to the ceremony and ball freshman year, I wanted to be one. I was upset when I wasn’t asked, but majority of my class felt the same so that made it better.

 

 

 

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I miss my Lani boo. 

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And mah girl Caroline. I’m glad VMI isn’t kicking your ass too badly. 

Sponsor’s was one of those things unique to Saint Gertrude and Benedictine, that I loved so much about it. I really hadn’t thought about Saint Gertrude recently, with college classes/people/boys/and work, but seeing those pictures really got to me (You all looked beautiful!). They really made me remember how much I loved being with my Silver and Blue babies. And all those fun senior year things we did. Song Contest, New York, prom, Figure, I can’t even. Do we really have to wait five years for a reunion? 

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Baby come back. 

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I miss having someone always picture ready. 

 

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Only at Saint Gertrude is there a constant supply of wedding dresses on hand. Stop judging, public schoolers. 

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My little diversity group! 

Okay, that’s enough pictures for one post. Before I go do anything but my homework, I have a little bit of advice for Red&White: senior year is going to be stressful. It’s also going to be fun. Find a balance. Go to all the events, and make sure you take tons of pictures like Maya did. Get a plan of how you’re going to do everything and manage your time. And if you do get overstressed, it’s okay to cry in the senior parking lot. We’ve all done it, and you’ll feel so much better afterwords. And never, ever, forget that your Gertie girls have your back. 

xoxox

 

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