BBQ
Jess had a bbq at her house last night, and I saw more people I’ve not seen since high school. WYers wound up kind of being the largest interest group, so everyone else had to listen to us recount days of glory which included imitations of our old French teachers Mr. Poupaneau and Ms. Stoykivitch (this whale of a woman from Martinique that married a Yugoslavian). There was also a recounting of former homeroom teachers; my favorite was Mr. Bryant whose inability to pronounce the name “Kyle” left him calling one kid “Cow” for several years. The best, though, was the time Mr. Franken forced Raquel, who was blind, to participate in both the fencing and archery units in gym class. What a moron.
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