I had an afternoon to spare recently, so I did a quick little sewing project that was long overdue. Take a gander at my old beat up checkbook below.
Lacks a little flair, wouldn't you say? Except for one thing. Notice the big white card on the middle of my checkbook (hard to miss, I suppose)? Let's take a closer look:
Yes, ladies and gentlemen. That IS my high school diploma. Shrunk down and laminated, made to fit right in my wallet. A gift from HHS as they sent me out into the "real world". The gift of preparedness: that I should always be armed and ready to present my high school diploma in case I would ever need to prove it to somebody. And goodness knows I've said and done plenty that could leave a person wondering...
Obviously I still carry it around with me almost a decade later. In college, I was shocked to discover that my boyfriend (future husband) didn't have one in his wallet as well. I guess I thought everyone received a tiny diploma when they graduated high school. He still makes fun of me today for carrying it around. Jealous, that's what I say. He wishes he was a Hillsboro Hiltopper! (And, yes, I did spell it correctly...where I come from we spell it as one word and with only one L...the right way.) But let's get back on track.
The old brown checkbook and I have been through so much together. I remember buying it at Walmart in high school, a purchase that I felt to be very grown up and sophisticated. Whipping out the checkbook to flourish my signature on a check seemed glamorous and oh-so-mature. But to everything there is a season. So, out with the old and in with the new...
Ta-da! Much better. |
And the inside. |
And now for a blast from the past...
Me, a high school graduate, with Mom and Dad. :) |
I LOVE your blasts from the past!
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