If I could go back, I'd go back to first period of my freshman year of high school, Ms. Hills' Family and Consumer Science class. Starting my day off with her and those friends made getting through the school day a little easier. Or maybe I would go back to my sophomore year where I met my first love, the guy I thought I was going to marry, the breakup that broke me and never really got over. I'd relive those memories with him all over again.

Either way, I'd go back, go back to high school where I thought I couldn't wait to run so far from. Today I'm going through old yearbooks laughing at memories, running my finger tips across those autographed pages, and choking up over the broken promises where we swore we'd stay in touch.

I miss high school. I guess that makes me weird. I hate seeing kids want to rush through it and act like it's the worst place in the world to be. I get high school was a terrible place for some, and I truly am sorry for those of you. I, as well, can't pretend like I was a saint who made others' lives any easier when I myself was a mean girl. I'd take that aspect of my personality back, though. I'd take back all the hurtful things I ever said about someone just because gossiping was what everyone else did. I'd take back every time I slammed a locker in someone's face or purposely knocked their books out their arms. The world is a cruel place, and I had no right to make it worse for someone else. I had to grow up to find that out.

I miss those teachers who took their students' academics seriously, the teachers who stayed after with students to help them understand the lesson better. In the real world, I wish a boss cared enough to even give me directions on things. I miss sitting in class, swapping papers to let the person behind me grade my paper while I graded the one in front of me and peeping over to see which ones I got wrong. Those souls who wouldn't mark an answer wrong or would change the answer for you were always my favorite. I love you guys. I miss having intellectual conversations about history with the teacher, because nowadays I can't even get anyone my age to state the Gettysburg Address. Let's be honest: those days where I finally understood something that used to be so confusing were so rewarding.

Lunch time was probably something that got me through the day.... EVERY DAY. Lunch was time when we all discussed what happened over the weekend, who was making a fool of his or her self at some party, and who was leaving with who. We spent many days crowded around a lunch table, trying to make plans about what we were doing over the upcoming weekend and talking about everything we were going to do. We lived for the weekends. Don't get me wrong, there were days we all refused to eat and instead scrambled to finish Coach Massey's History homework that was due the next period. All those foods we thought were worse than prison food I actually miss now. You can't lie to me and tell me you didn't get excited when you walked up to the lunch line and saw that rectangle pizza with the stuffed cheese crust. Was I the only one that hates 'crisptos?' Rolled up beef? No. That one I don't miss. Sitting down and swapping out foods with your friends was something everyone did, auctioning off food to the highest bidder.

I miss the smell of fresh cut grass pulling up in the student parking lot on a Friday night during football season. I miss the fight song blaring through the speakers between every class. I was always the one that was way overly pumped, screaming "Eye of the Tiger" while running down the halls, clapping my hands with all of my friends I went by. I miss all of the classes going to war at the pep rallies about who had the most spirt. I swear freshmen never won. I miss how homecoming week was like a free week to throw all your cares out the window. I miss how you either had school spirt or, well, you had school spirit. When the playoffs came, you can bet your butt you'd be at every game, hoping we'd win because nothing was like winning the state championship.

I miss the friendships. I miss always having a friend to talk to everywhere I went. I miss the feeling of going to the bathroom, having one of your friends from another class in there, and letting a five minute pass turn into twenty minute recap of what was happening in Mrs. Dauphins English class. I remember having to break down the entire book of The Great Gatsby to everyone. I miss sitting in the parking lot in each other's cars or standing around with everyone before the bell went off and just being able to talk. Speaking of parking lots, I remember the highlight of my week was if my boyfriend came and picked me up from school to take me to Sonic!

I guess I miss high school way too much. Those years were some of the greatest times of my life. If you are still in high school, enjoy those days. You'll never get them back. The years go by so quickly, and life changes once you walk out those doors for the last time.