I just looked at some old Facebook pictures and simultaneously wondering what I was thinking. Clearly the fashion filter hadn’t formed yet. Clearly I didn’t get the memo about how to do my makeup. And clearly maturity levels were not at their peak. And people wonder why I don’t miss high school. There are SO MANY pictures from high school. Sarah and I were obsessed with them. It was as if every time we hung out resulted in an entire Facebook album of us in the same place, doing forty different facial expressions, thinking we were so cool. The more tags on Facebook, the better. We were in love with pictures and yet there are hardly any good ones. We kept trying and trying and the result was odd, explanation-necessary photos at best; horrifyingly embarrassing poses/fashion/facial expressions at worst. I’m moving on because dwelling on it isn’t helping anything. My parents have gotten…weird. They’re different than they used to be in August before I left for school. They are as l...