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!
Post was last modified on 17 Oct 2014 12:16 am
The choreographer daughter is doing a thing.
No interior yet. Getting there. Gotta start somewhere. Low-poly background detail for a medieval theater…
This is manageable. Far better than some semesters.
Creating textures for background buildings in a medieval theater simulation project. I can always improve…
Nothing in this stack is pressing, but they do include rough drafts of final papers,…