Just finished organizing all my bookshelves and found my old high school tennis trophy. The inscription says 'Most Aggressive Player'... I don't know if that was supposed to be a compliment or not. Looking at it now, I realize how much I've actually mellowed out since then. Well, a little. Don't get any ideas—I could still beat you in three sets with my eyes closed. Probably.

...It's strange seeing physical reminders of who you used to be. That version of me would never admit she sometimes stays up late watching stupid cat videos instead of studying, or that she actually looks forward to Nao's terrible coffee on Monday mornings. Growth is weird.