20 years later . . . I'm still standing

Great, now I'm going to have that Elton John song stuck in my head.

Anyway, during this week leading up to my high school reunion, I thought I might post a few thoughts and remembrances of that bygone era.

I didn't transfer to Frenship High School in Wolfforth, Texas, until my sophomore year. And, I remember my first day of class there quite well.

It was Chemistry. The teacher was Marcia Talkmitt. And, I walked into a classroom full of people who didn't know me from Adam, yet seemed to have known each other since they day they were born.

It was an awkward situation to say the least. But, such is the life of a military kid. And, I suppose everyone's teenage years are full of awkwardness.

The thing that makes this particular day stand out in my mind was the fact that Mrs. Talkmitt's delivery of sitting stools for her lab had not yet arrived. So, after she had gone thru the usual checklist of first day stuff, she suggested we all just sit on the floor until the end of the period.

Well, I wasn't having any of that. I'd just gotten a brand new pair of pants, and I wasn't going to sit on any chem lab floor. So, instead, I just leaned up against one of the lab tables for what felt like an eternity, appearing very standoffish, I'm sure.

Isn't it funny the little things like this that pop into your head when you reminisce about the "good old days?"

Unfortunately, for a variety of reasons (but, primarily geography), yours truly will not be able to make the trip back to West Texas to swap stories with my former classmates.

But, at least I'm still standing. And, I have the clean pants to prove it!