I ran into a high school classmate at work this week. It was like an instant flashback to way back when, years and years ago. Has it been that many years?! Just for background, I was never fond of my high school years. It’s probably not a different story from most. High school was awkward. I was awkward. I guess I still am, but now, I just embrace the awkward. I went to a small town high school and it was a chore to deal with the small town everybody-knows-everybody and everybody’s-in-everybody’s-business kinda’ drama. It didn’t help that said small town was rampant with a certain bigoted group with three K’s and bedsheets as their identifier. High school was fun times. Our mascot was the Indians. The ones with the feathered headgear, not the ones that serve up mattar paneer (mmm…) – I can’t make this stuff up. The Washington football team still uses them and it’s the 21st century. So yeah, my first thoughts when I ran into her was a mixture of curiosity and dread. I thought I had escaped that town and their ilk. But I was also excited about chatting with her, someone who knew me as a child. I felt a bond or closeness because we knew each other way back. We chatted. She’s married and has a 5 month old boy. She still lives in that same small town and her neighbor is also a classmate of ours with 2 children. People seem to like staying there. In fact, she rattled off most of the folks I knew there and gave me the latest information on them all. Married. Married with children. About to be divorced. Yeah, apparently, folks get a lot done in a few short years. We were both comforted by the fact that neither of us have changed much since high school, we instantly recognized each other. After catching up with her, I realized my dread was unwarranted. It was nice to reminisce. Yes, reminisce. As much as I didn’t like high school, after that many years have passed, many of my memories are tinted rosy.
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