Degrees of Freedom

I'm up late, kinda wired. The boy is snoring in another room, and the cats are spooning on the couch.

So my mind drifted back to my college days, and I started to google people I've lost touch with. Just to see what they're up to.

HM - A girl I seriously crushed on - still lives in the same town and works for the university we both went to.

BK - A boy I seriously crushed on - joined the National Guard and got sent to Iraq (and made it back).

MB - A sweet, sensitive guy who was like the big gay Brazilian brother I never had - he got a degree in journalism and won some award.

PR - One of my closest friends, and my neighbor in the dorm - getting her master's degree in Canada.

NB - The wild and crazy girl who sold me my first strapon harness. I can't find any record of her, which is odd, because I thought of all of us that SHE would hit the "big time."

CD - The wild and crazy guy who unknowingly titillated me with stories of his sexual conquests. I can't find anything about him; he has the same name as a drummer and a high school hockey player.

DG - Another party girl I crushed on. The only mention of her is from 2001, when she got her engineering degree.

Then I looked up people from my high school.

The female history teacher I crushed on is now the principal of the school.

The male English teacher I crushed on (who turned out to be gay) is the director of something-or-other.

The valedictorian went to Yale and is a set designer in NYC's theatre scene.

My best friend (with whom I still keep in contact), is married with a kid and works from home.

My first friend in high school is incognito. Probably got married and changed her name.

The president of the Young Republicans is now a journalism professor. I guess he can't complain about liberal media bias.

The two hottest guys in school are nowhere to be found.

The coolest guy in school is assistant curator of a small museum in a big city.

The school tramp has the same name as a police officer in Miami. I suppose it could be the same person, but... I think not.

Anyway, that was my insomnia-fueled exercise in curiosity. Maybe tomorrow I'll tackle grade school.