Scary!

I was teaching a polliwog class yesterday morning at the Y, and a father comes up to me at the beginning of class and says, "I know you from somewhere. Did we go to high school together?"

Yes, in fact, we did. I graduated in 1990, and he in 1992. I don't think he was one of my brother's  (class of 1993) friends. He was not in IB, band, swim team, math team, quiz bowl, track, or anything else I did. He just remembered me.

Here I thought I have come a long way-a different person. I am taller (I graduated at 5', 98lbs), curvier (albeit not much), no glasses, long hair, more outgoing, live in a different city (a burb), etc. AND HE RECOGNIZED ME from 17 years ago.

Yes, that would be me (in the red-striped thing) in 1990, with Dr. Ed, my calculus teacher and math team coach, and my one friend Zinta.

High school was horrible for me, and I hate to be reminded. ugh.