I threw away my yearbooks.

11th grade. The year I got married.


I’m not sentimental.  I’ve mentioned that before.


But I took not sentimental to a whole new level recently when I threw away all of my yearbooks.


*waits for shock and awe to dissipate*


That’s right, I threw them away.  I’ve had them stored in a box the last several years in a shed collecting roach poop, I’ve moved them all around the flippin world, and … I never look at them.  I don’t care about them.


So into the garbage I chunked them.  I did take a few pictures first for posterity’s sake, like that there picture of me as a 16 year old.  Was that really 12 years ago, btw? Sigh.


The truth is, I’m not that attached to that period in my life.  It was chaos and drama.  It was ignorance and immaturity.  And, despite the pleas of my friends for me to “never change”, written inside of the fair pages of said year books … I have.


I have changed.  And I don’t need to keep hauling some heavy-*ss books around with me everywhere to be reminded of that.  I’m just not a memory-lane kinda gal.  As evidenced by me also avoiding my 10 year high school reunion this past year at all cost.


High School is over.  It was what it was.  I made a few life-long friends.  But it’s over now.  And if I want my kids to see pictures of me when I was young one day, I’ll do just that – show them pictures.  Yearbook not necessary.


Life-long friends.




  1. Welcome to the ranks. I threw my yearbooks away several years ago. I have no idea why I carried them around so long because I haven’t missed them at all. :-)

  2. Ditto. I threw mine away over 15 years ago. Never regretted it. Mostly because I’ve never had the urge to look at them again. :)

  3. I really don’t care about my yearbooks either, but I would shank a nun for the chance to look at either of my parents. I can’t, they threw theirs away. Thus, I will unappologetically keep mine.

    • I had them going all the way to preschool. In a box. A real life picture takes up so much less space. Lol.

  4. AMEN! I don’t have any year books/pictures from high school. I’m not attached to that person that I was back then.

    • For me, it’s depressing no matter which angle I look at it. From the one perspective I was so young and stupid. From another, I had the world before me and I greatly wasted it. From another, I wish I could look as good as I did back then. Sigh. Nothing but regret. Lol.

  5. I threw mine away about 6 months ago. Well….I threw away 6 of the 8. I decided to keep junior and senior year of high school. Dont’ know why, but I decided it didn’t have to be all or nothing!

    • Yeah, I agree. I did end up chunking all of mine (husband was ahead of me on this, he threw his away a couple of years ago but I wasn’t ready yet then) because they were taking up like 3 boxes worth of space. And for me personally 11th and 12 grade are the grades I least associate with high school or my youth since I was married and had a baby. Lol.

  6. My kids like looking at mine–and that is the only “action” they get these days.

  7. I remember looking through my mom’s high school yearbooks and enjoying how geeky everyone looked (back in the 70’s). I saved mine. I’m just a little sentimental…ok, a lot sentimental. I still have one of my kids’ umbilical cord stumps. How’s that for gross? ;-) I try to purge, but end up having my husband have to do it because I can’t bear to throw away my 102 year old great grandma’s letters from when I was a kid or my brand new, never worn New Kids on the Block t-shirt. Sheesh, it’s just stuff, and I have the memories in my mind…but what if I don’t have those memories when I get older? I guess I’ll just carry my “stuff” with me until I die…or get tired of finding somewhere to put it because my hope chest is almost overflowing with memories.

    • Funnily, I’ve always enjoyed looking through my parents old yearbooks, too. I mean, it was the 70’s, and everyone looked awesome. :) I don’t think the late 90’s early 2000’s are going to be looked on quite as nostalgically, though. Maybe I’m wrong. Lol.

  8. I only have one yearbook, from my senior year. I never look at it. I should probably toss it. Mine reminds me of chaos and drama too. And I wrote something stupid under my dislikes…about the state police or something. Ugh. I don’t need reminders of how far I’ve come either.

    • Ha. The stuff that was written in mine helped me decide to toss them. Remember all those pages of stuff that people write that are SO funny at the time? Yeah…

  9. And I’ve never been to my 10 or recently 15 year reunion either. No interest whatesover.

  10. I’ve been wondering if I’m “supposed to” keep my yearbooks forever…thank you for the inspiration.

  11. Exactly. My only regret was that the stupid state police comment was printed and forever immortalized in all of the yearbooks. Oh well. I suppose I could look at it as a testament as to how far God has taken me from the pot smoking, shot slammin’, partying heathen I once was. ;) One of our best friends is a state cop now. Ha.

  12. I am there with you! We only bought one year book and that was for our senior year. I too look back now and thing oh my goodness. I am so thankful for how the Lord has changed me! How He is working in my life! :) I am okay with not “going back”! :)

  13. Yay! Finally a few other people who tossed 40lbs and 4 years of “memories” (mostly good, but some bad) away. I did it after I sold my condo to start a new adventure. I saved my autograph pages, but the yearbooks are compost by now I’m sure. Congrats!

  14. Thanks I’m not only one. I threw mine away from middle school, high school, and college because the memories were too emotionally painful. I had been regretting it but now I know I’m not alone. “The Breakfast Club”‘ is one of my favorite movies.