My high school career was divided into 2...actually 3 places. We lived in Le Sueur until half way through my junior year in high school. When my parents got divorced, we left. I finished my junior year in Roseville. I didn't stay there long enough to form any lasting ties. I spent my senior year and graduated from Minnetonka HS. I have some fond and lasting memories from that time and have a great and lifelong friend.
It's been 20 years since I walked across the stage and took my diploma in hand. The invites to two reunions have come. Thanks to social networking, I have been lucky to reconnect with high school pals through the last few years. I've been thinking a lot about my life in those years. I feel detached from them. I see what I missed and it breaks my heart. I don't have the luxury of a history and a finality that most people have when they graduated from high school. I remember vividly the Le Sueur graduating class on their class trip right down the street from where I worked at a little theater in Excelsior. I walked down to say hello and never made it. I just watched, sadly observing the scene like I was with the ghost of classes past. I remember, as well, sitting in the graduation ceremony for Minnetonka and the after party, feeling more like a spectator than a participant. The stories were foreign...the pictures had nothing to do with me.
And now, 20 years later, 20 million experiences later, thinking about this time...makes me so sad for that person. Because all these years later, it still breaks her heart.
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