alumni-itis

Today, I had the strange urge to visit my old high school. I thought about high school for the first time in awhile and starting remembering all the people that taught me. Ya see, I wasn't so much a social animal in high school. I didn't like cliques. I liked learning and sports and non-snobby people. I was the un-assuming, good-grade getter, good tennis player that was conversational, but i never fell over myself to make friends. I had a nice little group of friends that I quite liked, and that was all i needed. I didn't mind high school, just never really looked back when i left it. I was happy for it to be over. Just now I was thinking how I won't go to any of my reunions. I don't have the desire. If people really want to find me, it's pretty easy. I'm google-able. But I would like to revisit the school. I'd like to visit some teachers and say, "hey, thanks for making me write those thesis papers, and correcting my horrific grammar, and for making me sit at my dining room table staring at derivatives and theorems and proofs. Thanks, cuz it helped me be a good student in college (minus all the beer), and it still helps me to be a good scientist." Yup, good 'ol OC may not have been my favorite time in life, but I came out of there with a pretty good head on my shoulders. hats off to the alma mater (oakland catholic). that's about as alumni like as you'll ever see me get.

time for saturday afternoon coffee, book reading, and attempting to novel write (emphasis on the "attempt")