As for me, I had been playing and singing songs from the early eighties. Funny, I never thought I would still be the same sentimental fool I was when I was in high school. But here I am, no longer dreaming about The Greatest Love Of All but still humming Barry Manilow's "Somewhere down the road.... our roads are gonna cross again... " hahahaha
I know, it's strange. I mean, who would have ever thought that we, the reckless idealists, rebels without a cause, and hopeless romantics.... the wide-eyed, easily intimidated teenagers running after the pig .... the innocent looking yet deceitful teenyboppers who would rather play jolens (marbles) and eat banana cue than attend classes..... the Nancy Drews and Hardy Boys who were more concerned of outsmarting the teachers than actually understanding the lesson, are coming home a quarter of a century later to meet old friends, walk down the memory lane, see what we have become, and pay tribute to the school that made us what we are today?
Yeah, such big words as pay tribute and walk down the memory lane, it's almost sickening. To think that we were nothing but juvenile delinquents who bluffed our way through high school. So pinch me. Because if I were dreaming, I think it's high time I wake up. lol
