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.