What My High School Reunion
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An automobile, a vibrant red and black Jaguar XJ220, pulls up to the front of the school. Its darkened, mirrored windows reflect the faces of a huge crowd, waiting breathlessly for the car door to open. A man steps out of the drivers side, dressed in a black suit, with a red shirt and white tie as he provides a smile of James Bond, the famous 007 agent of our time. He walks around the front of the car and helps his date get out. The two of them walks hand in hand towards the school as flashes go off and people pointing at them. As the beautiful couple enters the building, an old mustang staggers its way through the parking lot. I get out, wearing a jacket and tie, and run towards the school. My hair disorganized, and my socks mismatched. I was late because I started reading a good book earlier that evening and lost track of time.
I reach the front doors of the school, and glance at the glass reflection. A thin, bald man stares back at me through black-framed glasses. He is wearing a corny tie, which is a little too small, and a belt, cinched up tight. He pats down his hair, smiles, and a little bit of laughter appears in his eye. Happy with the world, I open the glass paned door and enter.
I catch sight of some of my friends, grouped in a circle, each sharing the story of where they had been since graduation. I step right in and listen in on the trials of the Law Exam, the little things a friend can do to annoy me once in awhile, and a chance encounter with the President, before he had become President. My turn comes, and I begin my story.
I had gone to college, as most of my friends had, but I stayed longer than I originally planned. The company that hired me for my first Co-op was so impressed, that they offered me a job right then. I loved it there, helping to think up new ways to make some money for the company, and I loved the challenge of working on many projects at once, but I loved school more. I arranged to Co-op with them each year while I worked my way up to masters in Finance, Accounting and Psychology. It took me a while because I kept taking classes in Science, Mathematics, and other humanities to enjoy myself, learn, as well