The Class of '96
Whodunit? Classmates! ...and did they do it better than me??
How very strange that just yesterday I was pondering the whereabouts of my highschool best friend when lo and behold... today I get an email invitation to my 10 year highschool reunion! Can somebody tell me what this sharp stabbing sensation is in the pit of my stomach? I'm thinking of dialling 9-1-1...
There's nothing like a good old highschool reunion to let you know that you're getting old. Not only that you're getting old, but you've seemed to have stalled on the highway of life while your former classmates tear past in their Mercedes SLK convertibles with the wind blowing their perfectly coifed hair on their way to "the Malibu estate".
Actually, taking a look at the Alumni page of the Rochester Rockets it doesn't look like anybody lives in Malibu! In fact, it doesn't look like too many people escaped central Illinois. I can't blame them though... Last year I went to a pumpkin farm for a festive fall day of fun and decided to try out their corn maze. Let me tell you... all those stalks look the same and it only takes a few minutes to totally lose track of the way out!
Illinois has 11.3 million acres of corn!
But I guess I haven't done too horribly for myself. I don't think I'll ever open my own B&B as I thought I would when I was in high school - I'm not sure I'd ever really want to do that anymore anyway. I wonder how many people really are doing what they thought they would have back then? In any case, I'm sure I didn't live up to the most likely to succeed vote, but I suppose that success in life is purely subjective. I'm pretty happy. Well, content perhaps. Bored as hell a lot... but content nonetheless. If only I could get people to play a nice rousing game of Clue every once in a while... then... then life would be perfect!
How very strange that just yesterday I was pondering the whereabouts of my highschool best friend when lo and behold... today I get an email invitation to my 10 year highschool reunion! Can somebody tell me what this sharp stabbing sensation is in the pit of my stomach? I'm thinking of dialling 9-1-1...
There's nothing like a good old highschool reunion to let you know that you're getting old. Not only that you're getting old, but you've seemed to have stalled on the highway of life while your former classmates tear past in their Mercedes SLK convertibles with the wind blowing their perfectly coifed hair on their way to "the Malibu estate".
Actually, taking a look at the Alumni page of the Rochester Rockets it doesn't look like anybody lives in Malibu! In fact, it doesn't look like too many people escaped central Illinois. I can't blame them though... Last year I went to a pumpkin farm for a festive fall day of fun and decided to try out their corn maze. Let me tell you... all those stalks look the same and it only takes a few minutes to totally lose track of the way out!
Illinois has 11.3 million acres of corn!
But I guess I haven't done too horribly for myself. I don't think I'll ever open my own B&B as I thought I would when I was in high school - I'm not sure I'd ever really want to do that anymore anyway. I wonder how many people really are doing what they thought they would have back then? In any case, I'm sure I didn't live up to the most likely to succeed vote, but I suppose that success in life is purely subjective. I'm pretty happy. Well, content perhaps. Bored as hell a lot... but content nonetheless. If only I could get people to play a nice rousing game of Clue every once in a while... then... then life would be perfect!
1 Comments:
Yeah, I try to get people to play Clue with me too! Rochester HUH? I am up there at least once a month! My dad lives up there! It's a wonderful place, and i love it there!! :-)
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