My mom is cleaning out her attic. Each time I visit, she sends me home with more stuff from my childhood. Today it was a box of old school books and VHS tapes.
I don't know what I'll do with the tapes. I hate to throw them away, though I imagine the video quality is terrible. I don't have a VCR to confirm. I work at a video production company, so I could ask someone to convert them to video files, but I'm nervous about the looks I might get.
(The STDs video was a tenth grade health class assignment, and if I'm remembering correctly, a ripoff of the Blair Witch Project.)
I found this journal entry inside an old composition book. It's from sixth grade:
Today was a bad day. I got in trouble at lunch for passing a 'Kill Me' sign around. Missy's mom got all upset. She glared at me and said 'You were putting it on MISSY.' I lost my social studies book. I hope I find it. I hope my life isn't going downhill. Love Kelly TGIF
My dark sense of humor and my love of hyperbole got me in trouble a lot in school.
I always feel a strange sense of awe when looking at things from the past, especially things I have a personal or familial connection with. I feel like a time traveler, holding the keys to the secrets of the universe. Or at least the keys to a sweet DeLorean.