If you can’t return to the school, the school will return to you.
“I was just talking about you. I was telling him about your underground gambling ring in highschool.”
My reputation left an impression.
“If the administration found you, they would have expelled you!”
Oh, come on. Do you know how hard it was to get expelled from that school? Dealing drugs to other students or cheating on an exam, sure. Or, like, punching someone. But gambling?
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“Julian Wise! I know that name.” –two women from the grade below me. They recognized my name. I sure didn’t recognize them.
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My highschool had an alumni gathering in New York City earlier tonight. I ran into some old friends and met some new friends. This is why I live in New York: the serendipitous activities; the always-on; the my-highschool-was-on-the-west-coast-but-of-course-there-are-enough-people-in-New-York-for-an-alumni-gathering.
I feel sad. Sad that it’s over. Sad that I can’t ride that social high. Missing it already.
I miss that event more than I miss most of the activities I did in highschool.
Improv, some theater, bumming around with friends. ..
I don’t miss having been there.
New York seems to have been in hibernation mode.
And now, finally, it opens.
Julian Wise 