1. I have a severe deficiency in face identification. Chances are I won’t recognize a soul (there were close to 600 of us). Going to the class reunion would be a nightmare; I would have to move in real close to read a name-tag, then hopefully not mistake a spouse for a real 78-tiger. (Now my husband is a whole different story. He would be an awesome CIA agent. He helps me identify my own cousins at funerals but he would be useless at my class reunion)
2. I’ve lost all my yearbooks so I can’t even study-up for the reunion. I don’t have the luxury of looking at all the nice things people signed. Maybe someone wrote “call me sometime” or “ susan you are a super fantastic gal, lets get married” ... What kind of idiot loses their yearbooks? Good question, the last time I saw them was 1980; they were neatly packed in a box ready to be moved onto the cinder-block bookshelf that was to be re-assembled in my new carpeted college apartment that had a dishwasher.
3. During my high-school years I didn’t participate or contribute much to the overall spirit of the class. I was not a tigerette, cheer or song leader, I was not in the spirit club. I was not a student body officer. I couldn't sing, dance or act. Sports were not my thing. I rode the bus. The only dance I was ever asked to was homecoming my sophomore year (thanks Craig Fulton). During my senior year I was part of Unified Studies and I liked that very much; however, my acceptance into that program most likely hinged on the fact that my dad and Al Davis were good friends.
4. From the looks of Facebook, I still won’t have much to contribute in the way of distinguished graduates of Orem High. I still can't sing, dance or act. I have won no spectacular awards. I do not hold a church job involving young women or kids. I have not written a book. I have not preformed in, nor attended the Navhoo pageant (or the manti). I have not attained a great number of return missionary sons (I have no daughters). I have not posed with my family for a portrait in front of an LDS temple. Most importantly, I am not a cougar fan. All those things seem prerequisite for a true Orem Tiger, yet none of those things do I have any interest in whatsoever...except the bit about writing a book ...and singing ...and dancing.
5. In hindsight, and from the perspective of being both a mother and a high-school teacher, I have come to terms with my high-school experiences and reached the conclusion ( this may come as a surprise to some) high-school-ers are generally narrow-minded, shallow, exclusive and hurt feelings are the name of their game; Admittedly I was as big a brat as anyone. But seriously, there is probably a good reason we don’t hang out together today.
6. The last excuse I will use for not attending the reunion...I didn’t get an invitation, and finding our about it on Facebook...well, that is just so high-school-ish.
GO TIGERS!
I didn't mind sacrificing an occasional fish to our backyard visitor.
But of course, like all guests who overstay their welcome, he has taken advantage.
I woke up this morning to find he swiped my favorite little goldie-lady and didn't even bother to eat the whole thing... alas the ultimate insult.
I know you're asking yourself...does she really have a favorite gold fish?
well..yeah
...at least I use to.
