I just got an e-mail from someone I knew in elementary school. She and I were often rivals for class reading contests and vocabulary quizzes and such. I considered a friendly rivalry, though I remember her as mature and well above my own lowly social status. I always thought she was smart and nice, and often wondered what became of her.

She says she had a dream the other night, in which I was her professor, and she was sassing me and giving me attitude. When she tried to remind me that we were elementary school classmates, she says I looked at her like I didn’t remember her.

She Googled me to say hello.

Isn’t the Internet cool?

Of course, it’s also depressing to realize that I have such vivid memories of events that happened 25 years ago. Ah, youth!