I hated Jr. High, and my bad experiences there caused me to have a general distaste for any schooling at all. But I wisely took control of my life and opted to go to the ‘other’ High School in town as a transfer student, and that road made a world of difference. There, I was able to be myself without the baggage of the past. I wasn’t necessarily popular, but I had friends (the theater crowd, of all people…). But I am not now in contact with any of those people, and I don’t have much desire.
But since I vowed to ‘hate’ school, I also vowed to never go to college. Imagine my surprise when a year and a half later I found myself taking classes at the University. I came to know several people very well in college, some of who I am still friends with. And, of course, I met my wife in Graduate School.
I wouldn’t mind knowing how some of the people from High School and college are doing. It would certainly be interesting to chat a bit with some of the girls I had crushes on….

But after 23 years, I also know that some of them are dead. This is a difficult aspect of getting older to get used to. On the death list includes my tormenter from Jr. High and my best female friend from college.
