Happy October. My brother is in Europe and I am sitting back in the Midwestern United States of America arranging all his meetings with our family in France. Mon oncle Marcel has left us, and I am so sad I was unable to see him one last time. My family in France is half of my heart, and the distance is a little less severe with technology and international texting, but when those big life moments come up...je suis si triste.
I've been yanked by others on facebook to start coordinating our 20 year high school reunion. I can't decide if it's something I want to do. It might be nice to see where everyone's lives have taken them, but there are a few, well okay ONE person I do not want to see. Stupid first boyfriend. When I look back at high school, it was actually rather dark. He was crazy, manic depressive, violent. Makes me shudder to think back at certain moments. And while it all happened over twenty friggin years ago, it took me quite some time to come to terms with those first experiences with 'love.' So I guess as long as HE doesn't show up, I'll go. Or not. I just don't know. I have the GOOD things from high school still in my life....very much alive and present and joyous. My best girlfriends, my BFFs I think is what you call those gals....and my high school art teacher. I get together with her every so often. All these years later her critiques of my A-/B+ art projects live on as I sit at each canvas. Funny how those people become part of your lives forever and ever. Our graduating class is quite something. Nearly 300 out of a class of 394 have expressed interest. We are scattered across the USA and our Homecoming Queen is living in Casablanca. A pair of high school sweethearts moved to LA after graduating and both are now retired porn stars. Some are already grandparents. Some are aspiring actors, housewives, veterinarians, engineers, teachers, tattoo artists, journalists, nurses and so on and so forth. Me, I'm just me. Shopgirl who rides lots of buses and wears her headphones as her best companion. I dunno, we shall see where these reunion plans take us. I guess I have a little time to think about it.
Oh, high school. The Beastie Boys, Kurt Cobain's death, alternative music, scandalous high school news stories that made Chicago news, Madame N'est-ce Pas, red slushies and waffle fries for lunch, gossip, sharing lockers, riding the bus for an hour, running around in cornfields, first jobs at the mall, hanging out at Denny's. Crazy that two decades have past.
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