Flashback Friday: Corkboard Memories

I was very nostalgic this past week during my stay back home in Chicago. Knowing that it would be the last visit in a while, I felt extra appreciate of the house of my youth. I couldn’t resist snapping some photos from my middle/high school days and sharing them…for old times sake!

You can check out some of my old Flashback Friday posts here:
2007 High School Prom
2007 High School Turnabout Dance
The Love of my Life {HP}
2011 Dominican Republic Vacation
Ghosts of New Year’s Eve Past
Winter Holidays 2011

Thanksgiving 2011
Smell
The (High School) Student
2006 Paris Trip
Unofficial St. Patrick’s Day

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There’s something so special about having visual “evidence” of your youth. My hoarding tendencies combined with an obsession to document life resulted in an awesome corkboard collection of memories. I’ve become so desensitized to this board over the years that I almost forgot what’s on it.

Flashback Friday Corkboard Memories

But the other day I walked up to it and couldn’t peel my eyes away. Many of the items tacked on ended up pinned because I couldn’t stand the idea of throwing them away.

The complete masterpiece:

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It’s a lovely collection of randoms including keychains, awards, pins, and stickers. I received that Presidential Physical Fitness Award back in 7th grade and will never forget it. Believe it or not, the 1 mile run was my most dreaded event and I almost didn’t make it. But guess who clocked in a 7:41 minute mile (yes I still remember!)?

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I tend to keep my favorite fortune cookie fortunes, and actually came across my life motto in one:

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(Our first and last love is…self love)

Here’s a combo of photos with family and friends. I look like such a baby!

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More photos of friends, many of who are still my besties…

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Look at this photo of Christina and I back in our teenage days…I think I was about 16 years old? Don’t judge my scandalous attire, I used to dress like that all.the.time. How embarrassing! The second photo was taken when we were heading out clubbing (true story) after Thanksgiving dinner.

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I have no idea where I got these rabbit’s foot lucky charms but I kept them for many years.

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The heart keychain was a gift brought back from India by an old friend. If you look closely you can see my name written on a grain of rice!

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That’s my name written in Hieroglyphics, which I learned while doing a project on Egypt back in sixth grade. The green & orange papers are actually from a Benny Benassi concert from over four years ago.

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I kept this poem that someone presented during a poetry reading back in junior year English class (high school). Simple yet beautiful.

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I’m so grateful that my parents kept my room intact after all these years. As much as my obnoxiously pink walls make me feel like a teenager all over again, nothing beats the calmness and happiness I experience when coming home and sleeping in my old bed. The memories hanging on the walls of my room keep me connected to my past and conscious of the way it shaped me. It’s a beautiful thing!

♥ Irina

4 Comments

  1. March 21, 2014 / 9:46 am

    This is so sweet! I have a corkboard myself that is now overflowing from the wall due to all the years stuff has been tacked onto it. It has stuff as old as my middle school ID cards to stuff as recent as racing medals.

    • March 22, 2014 / 10:14 am

      Yesss I keep my old school IDs too! But in a separate box. It’s so fun to look back at all these items, especially as we get older and reach new milestones in our lives.

  2. March 21, 2014 / 11:08 am

    Aww! I love looking at stuff like this too. Are you going to make one for your place in NYC? I redid my corkboard at the beginning of the year and it has some similar stuff to yours on it 😉

    LOL! Love the “scandalous” outfit!

    • March 22, 2014 / 10:15 am

      I thought about putting one up here but there’s just too limited wall space for it 🙁 Damn tiny NYC apartments…haha. And don’t even get me started on thse “scandalous” outfits I used to wear when younger. Yikes!