When someone mentions the 1990s, my mind doesn’t drift back 23 years to a time where most of my middle school students weren’t yet born and Facebook wasn’t even a figment of one’s imagination.
I feel like the ’90s happened. Weren’t we just talking about that Y2K thing?
Yikes. I am getting old.
Last week, my husband and I were watching “Friends” reruns on Nick at Nite when the pilot came on.
I hit the info button, and read the date. September 1994.
In 1994, I was a freshman in high school. I, like many girls, cut out Rachel’s picture from a magazine to copy her do. Courtney Cox was not yet a cougar, and most of the friends were in their 20s. To me, they were old.
They were funny, beautiful, and fun to watch, but they were grown ups.
“I feel like I’m going to be sick,” my husband said. “That was 19 years ago!”
It hit me. I’m older now than any of the “Friends” were then. And back then, I thought they were old.
It was the same year — 1994 — that the Dallas Cowboys beat the Buffalo Bills in Super Bowl XXVIII and Emmitt Smith was named Most Valuable Player. Twelve years later, Smith would win a different trophy for Dancing with the Stars.
It was also the year that O.J. Simpson led police on a low-speed chase on Los Angeles freeways in a Ford Bronco after his wife and her lover were found murdered.
I remember those events like they were yesterday.
The older I get the more I find that the days are long but the years are short. I can’t believe that it was nearly 20 years ago that I was starting high school and watching as Rachel walked into Central Perk in her wedding dress to reunite with her “Friends”.
Instead of being sad when I realize how many years have flown by, I am going to DVR the “Friends” episodes, eat some blue M&Ms (originally introduced in 1995), and embrace what the next 20 years will bring.
Jen Schneider is a middle school teacher and mom to two children.
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