Help! I don't know the answers on that quiz!

I walked into the high school classroom, sat down in a desk, not understanding why it felt snugger than the "day before." The teacher told everyone to settle down and get out a pencil 'cause we were having a quiz.

A quiz? But I didn't study! Oh, my gosh! How was I going to get through that quiz! I didn't even know what class was being taught in that classroom!

After a few minutes of panic...I woke up!

It was only a dream! Thank goodness! I haven't been in high school for 33 years - perhaps that is why the desk felt tighter!

It's a strange dream but one that I have often. Am I the only one that drifts back to high school? Those days seem to be embedded in my mind - even though they were so many years ago.

With graduation coming up, I wonder if those students understand how large of an impact their friends, their teachers, their school have made on them? Some of them, I am sure, have plans right now to never return to the school where they have been forced to be for 180 days a year for 13 or more years - why would they want to return?

They will change their minds, won't they? When they mature, they will understand all that the teachers did for them and how awesome that building made of brick and mortar where they seemed to practically live, really are.

My little high school in Minnesota is still in use but what was once a first grade through 12th grade (there was no kindergarten for my class, that was added a couple years later) is now just a high school. It began whole grade sharing first with one school than added another and are now back to sharing with one. (Both were major rivals when I was in school - that's the way it often goes, when schools begin sharing, isn't it?)

I have such fond memories of my classmates - all 23 of them. I located a group picture of our class not long ago. I laughed thinking, "We haven't changed a bit!" But I must be living in that dream because I am sure we have! The picture showed the innocent faces, the shapes that had not changed due to motherhood (or fatherhood!) and the eyes that had not yet traveled from that little town.

There is an all-school reunion planned for this summer. Our class, though close, haven't been together since our 15th class reunion. I am hoping some of them show up so we can walk those halls together again. I am anxious to see for real that we really didn't change from that 33-year-old picture!