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Are you a No-Nec?
Jan. 12th, 2006 11:18 pmI've definitely fallen into a rut. Good news is, I packed three boxes of books today. Bad news: those were the first three boxes I've packed. Now I'm getting into the hard stuff, like figuring out what to keep and what to pitch, and why I kept all of these old high school papers anyway.
My family -- the historian and the librarian -- have a habit of keeping things long past their prime. Going through a box the other day, Mom pulled out taxes and receipts from 1987, '88, and '89; information about housing at Indiana University ('87); a Newsweek from the week I was born (with Michael Jackson on the cover - yay?); a pre-wedding article on Princess Diana and Prince Charles, written in the style of Masterpiece Theater; and a 1974 ad for a car/grocery bonus offer.
She was looking for her undergrad paper on medieval illuminated manuscripts, which I'm not sure she ever found.
This evening, I found notes from NHS and literary magazine meetings my senior year, notes on a smattering of AP calculus classes, French vocabularly lists (3 pages), and a draft of my graduation party poster. I wasn't looking for anything in particular, fortunately, because I don't think I'd have found it. Yesterday, when searching for glue, I discovered two letters from an Egyptian penpal I had (briefly, looks like) when I was 15. I didn't find the glue.
This is why it's good that we're moving. Now we can get rid of things that we truly don't need -- "historical value" or not -- and it'll be a very happy thing.
Of course, sometimes you find things you've saved for a reason, even if it's purely entertainment. My mother has a copy of a handout from her college friend's Catholic high school, simply because it's one of the funniest things EVER. I remember hearing about it as a kid, but didn't see the actual paper until last week. Here, for your reading pleasure, I present the following excerpts from the "No-Nec Club" rules. (With apologies to any Catholics or anti-sex-education folk who may be offended by the mocking that follows.)
( that's not a typo )
My family -- the historian and the librarian -- have a habit of keeping things long past their prime. Going through a box the other day, Mom pulled out taxes and receipts from 1987, '88, and '89; information about housing at Indiana University ('87); a Newsweek from the week I was born (with Michael Jackson on the cover - yay?); a pre-wedding article on Princess Diana and Prince Charles, written in the style of Masterpiece Theater; and a 1974 ad for a car/grocery bonus offer.
She was looking for her undergrad paper on medieval illuminated manuscripts, which I'm not sure she ever found.
This evening, I found notes from NHS and literary magazine meetings my senior year, notes on a smattering of AP calculus classes, French vocabularly lists (3 pages), and a draft of my graduation party poster. I wasn't looking for anything in particular, fortunately, because I don't think I'd have found it. Yesterday, when searching for glue, I discovered two letters from an Egyptian penpal I had (briefly, looks like) when I was 15. I didn't find the glue.
This is why it's good that we're moving. Now we can get rid of things that we truly don't need -- "historical value" or not -- and it'll be a very happy thing.
Of course, sometimes you find things you've saved for a reason, even if it's purely entertainment. My mother has a copy of a handout from her college friend's Catholic high school, simply because it's one of the funniest things EVER. I remember hearing about it as a kid, but didn't see the actual paper until last week. Here, for your reading pleasure, I present the following excerpts from the "No-Nec Club" rules. (With apologies to any Catholics or anti-sex-education folk who may be offended by the mocking that follows.)
( that's not a typo )
