Memories Of High School
My name is Wendy and I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. i noticed his dental diploma, which bore his full name.
Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark haired boy with the same name had been in my secondary school class some 40 odd years ago. Could he be the same guy that I had a secret crush on, way back then?
Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought.
This balding, grey haired man with the deeply lined face was far too old to have been my classmate. After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Morgan Park high school.
'Yes, yes I did. I'm a Morganner!’ he beamed with pride.
'When did you leave to go to college?' I asked.
He answered, ‘in 1965, why do you ask?’
'You were in my class!' I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely.
Then the ugly, old, bald, wrinkled, fat arsed, grey haired, decrepit, bastard asked … 'What subject did you teach?