My class reunion is this weekend and since Mrs. G over at the Women's Colony invited us to take a risk with her this September I vowed to break with my grand tradition of avoiding my past (for 2 decades) by showing up. I'm quite content with who I am and where I am in life (losing 4 pounds through candidate training is icing on that cake) so I'm ready to go back--something I'm loath to do since I'm a girl wired to look ahead.
The whole idea of a reunion smacks of sentimentality and schlotz, but it got me thinking about who I was as a teenager (a truly despicable human being). But instead of laying it out there in black and white (large Times New Roman font), we'll play a little game called Two Truths and a Lie. I'm going to write 3 sentences, 2 fact, one fictitious, and you can guess which statement is total B.S.
1. I was a National Honor Society student, with cords to wear at graduation and a stunning GPS.
2. I served many hours of detention for skipping classes.
3. Physics, Sewing II and Trigonometry were my toughest classes.
And Sarah? You don't get to play this game, sorry!