i went to speak to a high school journalism class on wednesday.
while waiting in the main office for the teacher to come and get me, my guidance counselor from 16 years ago recognized me. didn;t hurt that i was wearing a name tag.
we shook hands, exchanged pleasantries and joked briefly.
“so, how did i turn out?” i asked, in my most wiseass-esque voice…
“you’re over 30 right? once you’re over 30 you;re officially not my responsibility.”
“damn, i wish someone would of told me that when i was 27. i was looking for someone to blame…”
