Do you remember me?

By far, my fav class is FCHD 1500. Aka: Human Development Across the Lifespan. It is so me. I have no problem being attentive and sincerely interested in the whole class every time. It is mostly a review of stuff I learned in Psychology last year, but I still love it. I also love reading the textbook. I am a nerd.

The other day I was reading this textbook of which we speak and it was talking about the brain. It said that the brain has a specific area meant just for faces that allows it to pick up on the tiny details and that is why you can recognize old friends you have not seen in a decade.

I have had personal experience to attest to this.

One day I was in the student center looking at a booth when I heard, "Brittan?"

And I looked over to see a girl standing next to me.

It took me a sec. I said, "You're. . . {insert correct name here}."

We hadn't seen each other since 2nd grade. 2nd grade! Do you realize how young that is? I had barely turned 7 the last time we saw each other. Now, more than a decade later, and all grown up, we still recognized each other and remembered each others' names. And we weren't even best friends.

Then one day I was walking past the library and I saw my friend from my old house. Last time I saw her was the beginning of 6th grade. I knew immediately who she was. But I didn't see her until right when we were passing. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around. But for some reason, which I regret now, I didn't call out to her. I just watched her walk away. Then I turned back around and continued on my way.

Seriously, that was dumb of me. A couple months ago, I was thinking about my friends from that school and who I wanted to see again. I even wrote down the people I wanted to see. There were only three. She was one of them. She was one of them and I didn't even talk to her when I had the chance! But the whole thing totally caught me off guard because she was the last person on Earth I expected to see. So next time, I will be prepared. Trust me.

Yesterday, I was sitting in Stats as usual, when in walks another of my friends from that time in my life. She sat a couple rows in front of me. I had learned my lesson from last time, so at the end of class I went over to her.

"What is your name?" I inquired.

"{insert name here, keeping up with the semi-annonymity of this web log}"

I knew it.

And then we talked for a bit. It was a delight. I asked her if she came up with anyone and she said, "Do you remember {girl by the library}? She's up here. We don't live together, but we just both came to school here."

I said, "Oh ya, I saw her. I didn't talk to her or anything, though."

And then we bid adieu. But I have so much to talk to her about. I want to hear all the details of her life since I moved away. And about everyone else's lives too, of course.

I just love that. People still live even when they are not in your life anymore. All my elementary friends grew up, just like me. I still picture them as little twigs with frizzy hair and thin rimmed glasses, but really, they are big kids now. Adults, in fact. And I love when I come upon them.

Now, GP, speaking of growing up. All today, as I have seen myself in various mirrors, I have thought to myself that I have grown up. I don't know why. I see myself in the mirror every single day, obviously, but today I just noticed that I am a little more grown-up than I used to be.

And then I remembered what you said when you came to visit me. You said I grew up. You were right.

Now that you have moved out and become a real college woman, I would like to see you again. Because I bet you grew up, too.

That is kind of sad. But kind of sweet at the same time. I bet our grown-up selves will be great friends.

Until next time, then.