Ok...one last view of the college reunion. I finished the pictures tonight and want to include them in my life passage.
Today at my acupuncture treatment, my “rest” took me back to the four years of driving people back and forth to school to pick up gas and tire money. Just before I started college, which my father felt was a waste of time, he had entered into a business venture which took all of the family resources except the pennies my Mom had stashed away. In many respect, college was an extension of high school but without uniforms. I learned a great deal from the folks in the car. Only one was a classmate and she felt less apart of all of this than I. When I had my appendix out, my poor mother was the driver and she never forgot how fast the one passenger could make a date with one of our corner pickups. Hey, it was .25 a ride and it paid for the gas and tires so if I picked up a regular and they had made contact with someone needing a ride.. put a quarter in the pot and get in.
We had a locker note system. I kept a string on my locker and pulled it out if I as going to leaving late and if one of the regulars wanted a late ride after a lab or art room project, they would leave a note on the locker to find them when I was ready to leave.
My most painful experience in college was the language lab. I had given up on French, which had required two tutors and Latin which I just could not pass and was trying German. The German teacher liked me and I really tried. When I got into the language lab and tried to do the exercise, I could see the lab monitor doubled over while listening to my feeble sprecken ze.. I was terrible and of course spelling was no better than my English.
I think I will skip my 75th reunion; going backwards gives me the bends.
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