Mark took me to see the new office. While out, we decided to hit an old favorite, Mad Mex, although we went to the one in Robinson. We used to go to the one in Oakland all the time. I even ordered my usual vegetarian chickpea chili burrito. It was fantastic. What was strange was the waitress. She looked vaguely familiar. She recognized me from grade school! I remember her as being in the 'gifted' program. What is her story that she's working as a waitress now? This had me thinking. My high-school didn't have a reunion; even if it did I don't think I would go. The few close friends I had either didn't go to the same school or I'm still in touch with those who mean the most to me. However, if my elementary school had a reunion, that would be of interest. You see, I was the tiny girl with glasses that every one teased. Inventions of torture I remember are things like the 'platinum plated lice' where so many staples were tossed into my waist length hair that I had to get it cut to a bob. Yeah, for a catholic elementary school, the kids were real bastards. There's a part of me, the scrawny shy little girl from ages past, that would want to see those people now just to be completely smug and talk about what a fantastic fulfilling life, husband, job and home I have. Openly advertise how extremely intelligent, well adjusted, confident and sexy I am. In actual fact, I realize that no one from that past deserves the time or effort of such smug-ness. Without that experience in my formative years I wouldn't be who I am today. They may have contributed to and helped foster my general dislike of humanity I have today. I know people change as they grow, experience and mature, but I have encountered a few in my time that seem to defy this natural progression.