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September 2004
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A few months ago I went back to Ohio for a wedding and to spend the Memorial Day weekend with my family at my mother's. As a bonus, I was there to celebrate the Little Peep's third birthday.
Does anyone else remember he was a baby? Yeah, me neither. We had a nice day, full of family and my mother's great food. My cousin and his wife drove up from Cincinnati with their three children, so there were kids all around. (My favorite kind of day.) Their aunt, my cousin Co, drove over from her little Ohio hamlet, and my brother and his wife even came down from Columbus. It always amazes me when we all get together - that this is my family. To say that I'm grateful is understatement. The Peep got a rad, red tricycle from his Glammy and Poppa, but he was more interested in the bubbles.
Magic fingers.
Abo and the Peep had to make sure everything was in order. That Saturday, I spent the day in Cincinnati and Yellow Springs for sara jane's wedding. It was a really beautiful day, she couldn't have asked for better weather (not a locust in sight!), and a beautiful ceremony.
Mr. and Mrs.
My hair always looks better in my mind.
Hannah and Mo. I love her.
The Nati. Life is really good right now. I start my Juni0r League placement next month (I'm volunteering at a retirement community), and I have two work trips scheduled - Minnesota and Mexico. Surprisingly, I'm looking forward to both equally. At the end of this month I'm allegedly going to Florida with my mother for the weekend, but we'll see what the hurricanes have to say about that. But before I can do any of that, I have to get through my next rite of passage - the 10 year high school reunion. I fly to Houston on Thursday, and I can't believe how nervous I actually am. Last night over Mexican food Teri and I discussed who we hoped would be there and tried to think if there was anyone we'd be secretly happy to see had become really awful or fat or mean. And surprisingly, we couldn't think of anyone. (That either says something about us or our fellow graduates.) While I'm in Texas I'm squeezing in coffee with my mom's best friend and a bridal shower. I am a multi-tasker. And crazy. I just can't quite figure out how I feel about the whole thing. For the most part, I don't have any real feelings about high school one way or the other. It wasn't terrible or anything, but it certainly wasn't great and the past 10 years have certainly far exceeded any expectations of what I thought life would be like outside KHS. But I had a certain image of what I thought I would be like as a high schooler, mostly based on my mother's stereotypical late 1950s experience, and it wasn't anything like that. I wasn't a cheerleader or popular, and I didn't wear cashmere sweater sets. I didn't excel in my classes (which was entirely my own lazy fault), and I didn't go on some great college tour the summer I turned 17. There were no keggers in the woods or late night make out sessions in boy's cars. Tori Spelling and Jenni Garth didn't befriend me on the first day and I certainly didn't get a convertible on my Sweet Sixteen. But I had good friends and I was involved and I got pretty good grades and I think I was mostly well-liked, if a little misunderstood. (Who wasn't?) Mostly I was just a kid who was trying to make sure no one really noticed her, and who focused on what she didn't have instead of what she did. I was Clueless. But if people remember me as I wasn't, as I'm not, that will be strange. I have more confidence now, and a better sense of who I am, and I certainly have better skin, but overall, I'm mostly the same girl I was in 1994. Who will they be? Next Saturday night, I'll find out.
Hannah
- Senior '94 The notify knows about Weight Challenged.
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