There are days when high school seems a thousand years away; other times it seems but yesterday. Of course, I’ve only to hang out with kids to realize the years must, indeed, make up a millennium. At the very least, twenty years–twenty years, people! *Pardon me while I practice my deep breathing techniques in a large paper bag*
So yes, this weekend is my twenty year high school reunion. It’s been a regular moonwalk down memory lane on Facebook. Never one to be left out of the party, here’s an image I’m sure you could have gone your whole life without seeing . . .
Yes, that’s me, choking a dummy in my medical occupations class (where, surprising enough, I realized the medical profession was not for me). This is also the only photo of me, outside official school portraits, ever to be published in one of my high school yearbooks; the yearbook committee even saw fit to blow it up to span two pages.
Needless to say, I’ll not be attending the weekend festivities. Not that I wouldn’t agree to be a fly on the wall, mind you. We were, after all, the mighty lions. I’d like to see what we’ve accomplished with all that swagger.
As for the rest of us, let’s kick it old school this weekend–let’s raise a glass, and pretend we’re getting away with something we ought naught; let’s stay up late eating junk food and laughing with our friends; let’s dream big, and know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, it all may come true . . .
Here’s wishing you nothing but greatness, this weekend and always. Let’s keep in touch! 🙂