So, the previous post was my still-owed deletion from two days ago. Here's my second tribute to a keeper:
We grew apart while still in high school. HOW DID THAT HAPPEN???
It's one of life's great mysteries. Okay, so not a mystery... we were tracked differently academically, which eliminated our chances of seeing each other -- even at lunch. Except for that last Spanish class we took together. That poor woman!
We'd always been jokers, but we reached a new intensity in Spanish class. We created absurd mnemonics to remember translations, flapping imaginary pteranodon wings and squawking "Pe-li-cu-la! Pe-liii-cu-la!" in a voice reminiscent of something you'd hear in a Godzilla movie. Get it, movie? Makes perfect sense,
right? I'm here today, proving that it worked. Then there was poor old Ron, with the unfortunate complexion, who sat by the blackboard. Pizarron.
Our teacher finally couldn't tolerate the disruption and she moved us apart. We responded by bringing in communications devices; Dixie cups connected by a long piece of thread. Cardboard paper towel roll telescopes to peer at each other through from across the room.... We were obnoxious.
I can remember so many of our insane inside jokes and antics, and all of the physical comedy that accompanied them. Maybe I'll send my memories to you one by one, via social media of course, until we compile them all.
Thanks so much for being a friend. Even though we hadn't seen each other in over a decade, seeing you last month made me SO warm and fuzzy. I had the distinct feeling that if we hadn't been surrounded by people who were expecting us to be adults, and who weren't privy to the full extent of our adolescent insanity, we would have time-warped right back to where we'd left off; riding four-wheelers over the hilltops and screaming the song "Crazy" from the tops of our lungs.
Love you, Bug!
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