A note from a co-worker, who coincidentally went to high school with me, freaked me out sort of today. Here’s what I (sort of) replied:
This note threw me into such a flashback. A search here and a search there landed me in a large collection of photos that made my head spin.
For some reason, I’ve always been ambivalent about ties back to high school. Nothing horrible or the like, but I left and really never looked back. I think part of that is because I left a year early for college and then came back every so often before my old class graduated, noticing the gap between me and them that kinda severed my connection with them. I grew up with them, but missed that last year of growth before all scattered to the wind.
There are a few high school people who I think of occasionally, but for the most part, high school is not a part of my conscious life. My brother, on the other hand, has always been the nostalgic type and has done a great job maintaining contact with old school friends.
Here’s a pic of my school:
Go figure: I work for a Finnish company and live in Finland. The co-worker is based in Dallas and is American and was in my brother’s class (I dated her sister once). My brother tipped me off that she and I worked in the same company. And here’s the kicker – the school is the Escola America de Rio de Janeiro and I left it 20 years ago.
