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A friend from high school, Sheryl Lawrence Schneider, stopped by for lunch last Friday. We had such a wonderful time reminiscing about our youth. Actually, it’s been more years than I care to admit since we last saw one another. Sheryl still has her hair styled in that cute pixie cut she wore when we were teens. I would have known her anywhere. I, on the other hand . . . Okay, enough; we won’t go there.
One fun thing that came from our discussion was the fact that Sheryl remembered me as being our class salutatorian. Me? I thought she was joking. I was the one who barely squeaked by in high school, the creative speller who didn’t understand the fundamentals of reading until 5th grade. ( I now know that many of my problems in school stemmed from dyslexia, but at the time we had no idea.) I so loved the fact that she thought I was one of the Honor Roll girls. How I would have loved that! My parents would have, too, no doubt.