I hate it … I hate high school reunions. I don’t want to go and meet people I didn’t care much about then; and I care even less about them now. But I was forced/encouraged/convinced it is a good idea to go.
There they were all the high school pupils and their teachers. Only older and uglier than I remembered them.
There was Joseph Nosebleed. We called him that because for some reason he often got nose bleeds. In those days we were told to hold our head back with a nose bleed, and pinch the nose. And you couldn’t breathe and opened your mouth and nearly choked on your own blood. I wonder what he’s doing now he’s grown up. I bet he gives lectures on nose bleeding. That’s all he was good at.