10 years...

So this blog was going to be about the latest Harry Potter book, "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows", which is going to be published in July, and which I have, like any true, my-heart-beats-for-Harry, rabid Harry Potter fan, already preordered from Chapters.

That will have to come later, certain events have happened that pre-empt any Harry Potter talk and (probable) failed attempts to get my readers to start a Harry Potter discussion...(but please take pity on me when I actually write about it, it is so near and dear to my heart).

If you go to my previous post, you notice a comment from Thelma. Interesting how blasts from the past come just when I have been contemplating the many meanings of my 10-year high school reunion coming this summer. Some days, I just can't get it out my head. Should I go? Should I not go? I don't keep in touch in with any of my high school friends anymore, having grown apart from them. And that shouldn't surprise me because at 22, when most of the people in my class were married and some even had kids already, I was rethinking my career and university options and transferring to UBC where I could continue my education and my social life unhindered. On the rare occasion when I did bump into people, usually girls, from my class, they were talking about their babies and I was talking about the next social function my friends and I were planning...
Conversations would go something like: "So Megan turned 1 last year, and what a year it was!" "Mmm, cool... yeah, so my friends and I are debating whether to go to this free concert on campus or try out this vegetarian restuarant downtown or there's new club that just opened up nearby."

And then there's some people you could live the rest of your life without seeing ever again... ever. (don't worry, Thelma, that's not you). You couldn't stand them then, and you probably won't now.

So proving that sometimes life is stranger than fiction, lo and behold this comment from Thelma, one of the people I wouldn't mind seeing again after 10 years and reminiscing about the good ol'days of calling our history teacher the benevolent dictator (I now realize that he is to blame for this annoying writing habit I have of using ellipses all the time...he used them in his notes, and, having to copy his endless notes in History class, it stuck), having coffee on Friday afternoons in English Lit class and making fun of poetry and quoting Shakespeare (we thought we sounded so smart), going to Quebec for French class and not speaking a word of French while there, cheating on Biology tests, documenting our grade 11 year with our compound-letter journal thing (which I still have)

The list goes on and on (of all the time I spent goofing off and not working - but isn't that where all the good memories lie?), and instead of the negative reaction I usually get when thinking about the whole 10 year reunion thing, the warm fuzzies pour over me instead and I find myself wondering how I ever lost touch in the first place with those people I spent 5 years of my life with...

High school is when you start dreaming of the future and start the steps to see those dreams come true... Thelma and I, aspiring authors, talked ad nauseum about that, sharing our ideas, our poems, our stories.

To end this blog, this is a note for Thelma (I know who you are; you're still the only Thelma I've ever met... and Happy Birthday Feb. 2 by the way)... to drop by again, and when you do, leave a little note as to how in the world you tracked me down and found this blog and leave an email address or something so I can get a hold of you.