Some final notes on my high school reunion weekend
I wanted to share some of the suprises of the weekend, rather than devolve into plain mean gossip. I mean, I times over the weekend I went there, but not here, not now. Since I blogged a little bit about most likely to succeed, I thought I might write instead some more about some people that really are succeeding at life in my class.
One of my classmates is a nurse at a hospital south of Kane. She has four children under the age of 12. Divorced from their father, she remains an active working parent. Her kids are involved in everything. In high school I would have never described her as organized, but she is so completely on top of everything. With four kids it would be complete chaos if it weren't. And I have trouble getting one kid ready for church at a set time once a week!
Flickerwood Julie's cousin who also graduated with us was recently diagnosed with and treated for uterine and breast cancer. SP had run into her before me so when I asked how she looked, he replied in his own way, "Hot." What I wanted to be was prepared so I wouldn't react badly if she looked ill or like a cancer patient. I wouldn't have reacted the worst, because one of the other girls in my class who I think spent the entire weekend drunk saw her and started to cry--RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER. When I did find her in the crowd, I noticed she didn't look at all like a sick person--totally fantastic. Her doctor gave her the all clear earlier in the week to make the trip and even drink alcohol, and with one more treatment left, she is free and clear (except for periodic checkups and other post-cancer treatments). She's a teacher outside of Charlotte, and only used up 30 sickdays this year. Additionally, she took a class of low-track and behaviorally challenged third-graders (some of them are 12-years-old) and had 100% of them pass the tests required by No Child Left Behind.
I love it when people amaze me in a good way. I tend to be so weighed down with my cleverness and irony and I am usually so completely jaded that I really love the jolt I get when I see people I know, and have known, live.
One of my classmates is a nurse at a hospital south of Kane. She has four children under the age of 12. Divorced from their father, she remains an active working parent. Her kids are involved in everything. In high school I would have never described her as organized, but she is so completely on top of everything. With four kids it would be complete chaos if it weren't. And I have trouble getting one kid ready for church at a set time once a week!
Flickerwood Julie's cousin who also graduated with us was recently diagnosed with and treated for uterine and breast cancer. SP had run into her before me so when I asked how she looked, he replied in his own way, "Hot." What I wanted to be was prepared so I wouldn't react badly if she looked ill or like a cancer patient. I wouldn't have reacted the worst, because one of the other girls in my class who I think spent the entire weekend drunk saw her and started to cry--RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER. When I did find her in the crowd, I noticed she didn't look at all like a sick person--totally fantastic. Her doctor gave her the all clear earlier in the week to make the trip and even drink alcohol, and with one more treatment left, she is free and clear (except for periodic checkups and other post-cancer treatments). She's a teacher outside of Charlotte, and only used up 30 sickdays this year. Additionally, she took a class of low-track and behaviorally challenged third-graders (some of them are 12-years-old) and had 100% of them pass the tests required by No Child Left Behind.
I love it when people amaze me in a good way. I tend to be so weighed down with my cleverness and irony and I am usually so completely jaded that I really love the jolt I get when I see people I know, and have known, live.
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