I have not heard further from K., although I have not written her either. I decided to try to see if I could put a face to the name. So I sent an e-mail to my parents to see if they could scan the page from my senior yearbook with her senior class portrait on it. I got that scan this morning.
I have to say that seeing her doesn't help me too much. Sure, the face is familiar, but not much more than the name. I have no memory of who K. was then. I have no clue who K. is now, except possibly that she writes a slightly creepy e-mail.
On the other hand, I'm not entirely positive who is writing me. She included a few personal details with her last note. Those details contradict a description that was included in a booklet given out at our ten year high school reunion. The gender of one her children seems to be wrong, for example.
In any case, seeing that page in my yearbook reminded me that my high school years were full of big hair and mullets. Mrs. Geek took one look at the yearbook page and said "Ewwww.... is that a mullet? And look at that ratty mustache! You were allowed to have mustaches?" Yes, Mrs. Geek... we public school CCD kids were allowed to have facial hair in school... unlike you Catholic school kids. Of course in fairness, I should point out that Mrs. Geek also looked at the photo directly under K's and said "Of course, I can't talk... I wore my hair pretty much exactly like hers."
Yes, those were the days. The memories of my adolescence are peppered with things better off forgotten. Big hair. Blue cans of "extra hold" Aquanet. "Frankie says: RELAX" long t-shirts. Hair metal. Candies shoes. Day glo colored fashions. Big hoop earrings. Cosby sweaters. The late 80's were an ugly time.
But no uglier than any other time, I suppose.
on 2006-05-19 at 8:54 a.m.
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