Just days after posting to classmates.com, I’ve already gotten emails from two of my high school friends. Funny, I kinda registered with the site out of boredom–nothing better to do on a Saturday morning than peck away at my keyboard, I figured. And there weren’t that many folks listed from my graduating class anyway. Bottom line: I didn’t really expect anything to come from signing up.
Now, don’t get me wrong. It’s not as if I’m overwhelmed by the surprising (albeit meager) response to my post, or suddenly racing out the door to rent Pretty in Pink (although I’ve been meaning to pick up a copy of the kick-ass soundtrack for some time now). It’s just..I dunno, hearing from people I used to know reminds me that my adolescence actually happened.
Best/oddest of all, neither of the folks who wrote to me have been able to deduce the identity of the lesbian who made my life unnecessarily hellish for several very long years. I guess I was right: no one figured her out.
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