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Nov. 17th, 2002 01:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
semperfionaOh my god. That was weird. Rosa just pulled an old wallet out of a drawer. Here's what was in it.
Unsigned picture of a girl with a dog. I think it's Leah, who was one of my neighbors in Foster-Harper at IU-Bloomington, 1986-87.
Picture of a girl, signed Lisa. I don't recognize the picture or remember her last name. I assume from context she was a friend or perhaps an acquaintance at high school.
Another signed picture. "Jenny..." This one has a surname, but still rings very few bells..
An AFS address card for the same girl, with an address in Tokyo and her permanent home address on it. Hiragana for Tokyo written on the back.
A picture of a girl called Melissa that I met at Youth Congress 1985. That was a weeklong convention of high school students in Washington DC. I remember very little about it anymore except that there were rallies on the Mall and a big march, probably for pro-life. Yes, my opinions have changed a lot since.
Unsigned picture, but I definitely know who this one is. It's my roommate Sherri from 1986-87.
Two pictures of Jim. They're unsigned, but I recognized him instantly. I didn't even remember that I *had* any pictures of him.
Quite a few other pictures, signed and unsigned, some of which people I can actually place, but most of whom no longer mean anything to me, a few I wish I was still in contact with.
Indiana University identification card, long since expired.
Missouri Botanical Garden membership card, expired 1992.
Membership card for the 8th Ward Democrats, expired 1993.
Library card from St Louis Community College at Meramec, spring semester 1992. That's the semester I met Ray.
Fascinating, the way the value of things changes over the years. I've changed a lot and looking at the messages that people wrote to me in high school definitely emphasizes that. I am definitely not a person to whom anyone would write "keep...allowing God to use you in your ministry" anymore.
It's funny, though; most of these no longer mean anything to me but I can't quite bring myself to throw them away because they once did mean something. It would be like destroying history.
Unsigned picture of a girl with a dog. I think it's Leah, who was one of my neighbors in Foster-Harper at IU-Bloomington, 1986-87.
Picture of a girl, signed Lisa. I don't recognize the picture or remember her last name. I assume from context she was a friend or perhaps an acquaintance at high school.
Another signed picture. "Jenny..." This one has a surname, but still rings very few bells..
An AFS address card for the same girl, with an address in Tokyo and her permanent home address on it. Hiragana for Tokyo written on the back.
A picture of a girl called Melissa that I met at Youth Congress 1985. That was a weeklong convention of high school students in Washington DC. I remember very little about it anymore except that there were rallies on the Mall and a big march, probably for pro-life. Yes, my opinions have changed a lot since.
Unsigned picture, but I definitely know who this one is. It's my roommate Sherri from 1986-87.
Two pictures of Jim. They're unsigned, but I recognized him instantly. I didn't even remember that I *had* any pictures of him.
Quite a few other pictures, signed and unsigned, some of which people I can actually place, but most of whom no longer mean anything to me, a few I wish I was still in contact with.
Indiana University identification card, long since expired.
Missouri Botanical Garden membership card, expired 1992.
Membership card for the 8th Ward Democrats, expired 1993.
Library card from St Louis Community College at Meramec, spring semester 1992. That's the semester I met Ray.
Fascinating, the way the value of things changes over the years. I've changed a lot and looking at the messages that people wrote to me in high school definitely emphasizes that. I am definitely not a person to whom anyone would write "keep...allowing God to use you in your ministry" anymore.
It's funny, though; most of these no longer mean anything to me but I can't quite bring myself to throw them away because they once did mean something. It would be like destroying history.
