Today the W.B. Ray High School class of 1973 is celebrating without me. I have never missed a reunion and would not have missed this one if it had not been for a doctor appointment that I could not miss. Ironically, his office called yesterday to tell me that the appointment would have to be rescheduled. I think people either really love reminiscing about high school or they really hate it. I love it. I don't think that I am the type of person that needs to make sure everyone knows how successful I have become. After all, I am a teacher and I'm not sure that teaching qualifies as really successful. I just love catching up with the people who played significant roles in what is supposed to be the "best years of my life." To say that I was never a serious student would be a gross understatement and I am pretty sure that most of my graduating class knew it. It is made obvious by the looks on their faces when I tell them that I have a master's degree in education and am just a dissertation away from a PhD. Most find it hard to believe that I am a teacher and even harder to believe that I did time as a middle school assistant principal. They are not unkind in their remarks, just surprised. Due to the fact that I could not attend, some old friends have contacted me via email to find out why I am in New York and what I have been up to. After replying to a few, I decided to compose a brief synopsis of my life since high school especially the part about leaving Texas. After sending it out into cyber space I went back and read it. I think I have now told my former classmates that I am doing well professionally, have a wonderful family, a job that I love, live in the most exciting city in the world, and oh yeah I am a lesbian! I'm not a lesbian, but my little essay sure makes it sound like I am.
A couple of days ago I decided that since I could not actually attend, I would send something. I called my favorite bakery in Corpus Christi and ordered a cake to be delivered to the party. When I explained to the salesperson that it was for a reunion that I was not going to be able to attend, she replied, "You know what they say about reunions? If you don't show they are going to talk about you." Well thanks to my failure to proofread, they should have a lot to talk about. I guess the only solution is to meet the man of my dreams and get married in the next five years. Watch out men of Manhattan! I am a woman on a mission.
We're the best you'll ever see. We're the class of '73!
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What did you say to imply that?!?
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