TBT: Class Changes & Dreams Yet to Live

TBT:  As I fingered through pages of the infamous green North ’79 yearbook, I realized the back of my head was in a handful of photos.  The one photo that the yearbook missed was the bowling club. I believe Betsy talked me into this weekly bowling challenge.  I don’t like bowling except for the Wii, where I rule.

Instead of journalism, art, photography, history, speech (and, yes, I said, “speech.”  I did not want to be on the Speech Team my senior year. Imagine that. I already had the gift of gab.) I should have taken band, orchestra and choir – especially choir. I love to sing. One minister said that I had to know how to read music. If I hear the part sang through once, I can sing it.

I enjoyed home ec too much and that’s because of Betsy.  Betsy was a common denominator. I did not learn to hem. My pants were masking taped or stapled during high school.  The taped came loose during a speech meet. I wanted to take shop after leaving home ec. I was not allowed, and it’s probably better. I have my digits and limbs.

I believe that times of reflections provide answers. I still have more to learn and songs to sing and maybe a road trip to see Betsy or not. We need adult supervision, and I do not have money for bail.

I am not here to wish a do over because I had great teachers with learnings at Northrop. It’s time for me to sing “The Impossible Dream” and fight a windmill or two while I continue to learn and live my dreams. I still have many of them.