I was a Poster Child

When I was in Jr. high and high school, I would decorate my room in posters  and other random things. My tastes changed of course as I grew up. I no longer had a huge crush on Jonathan Taylor Thomas or Elijah Wood. I had moved on to Leonardo DiCaprio and pretty much any good looking Abercrombie guy I could find.  I had every Romeo and Juliet Movie poster. I also had a John Elway poster. I even had a poster of The Grateful Dead. I was really in to the Dead in high school.  I have an afghan that I got for Christmas.  I would hang pictures on my wall too. When I think about hanging posters I think of my cousin Rosa and how when she was living with my Grandma she would use toothpaste to hang posters. I never did that, I always used push pins. If I was hanging photographs I would use tape.  My bedroom was pretty awesome. It was my own space to relax from the pressures of high school and the drama that it entailed.  I loved to decorate my room.  At one point I wanted to be an interior decorator.  I remember going to Karma Records and looking for new posters. Posters from Karma were awesome because they were scented. They weren't sold scented, the store just smelled so much like incense that everything you bought there would smell like incense for months if not years.  Noah has a couple posters in his room about fish and sea life. One of the posters Noah has is a Guy Harvey poster than he totally loves.  I am sure he will want more posters as he gets older. I will let him have them as long as they are appropriate.

What kind of posters did you have when you were younger?

I was a Stuckup Snot in Jr. High

I don’t know if you can believe it or not, but I was once stuck up. OK I am still quasi-stuck up, I will admit but in Jr. High it was bad. See I grew up in a really nice town that had a reputation of being full of snobby and stuck up people.  It was and probably still is very well known. I didn’t like telling people I was from Carmel because you were called a Carmelite, and were immediately labeled, rich and stuck up.  I remember I went on a cruise when I was in 7^th grade and there happened to be some kids that were from Indianapolis and when we found out we were all from Indiana you automatically say well I am from such and such as anyone from a common area would do.  I remember them calling me a Carmelite. I wasn’t too thrilled with that, because I wasn’t too sure what it meant. 

When I was in 7^th grade, my math teacher was named Mrs. Cooke and her room was completely pink, I was surprised her hair wasn’t pink as much as she loved it. She would always wear pink.  There was this kid named Mike, who was in my class who said that he shopped at Goodwill. Being the punk I was I said, that’s were poor people shop. I referred to him as poor.  How rude was I? I mean I was a stuck up girl that shopped at Limited Too and Express and I was calling this kid poor.  Now I love Goodwill. I don’t shop there often anymore but I have in the past.  I have nothing against Goodwill, I think they do wonderful things and I even shop there. It’s just funny how you remember certain things from your past and regret what a huge snot you were.