Class reunion book

A friend asked me to make her a record

keeping book for her graduating class.

This is what I came up with:

Hope you like it, Pat!

Their colours were maroon and gold and

the class flower was a red rose.  I

don't know how anyone would remember

that.  I don't even know what our colours

were or if we had a flower, song, etc.  

What's more, sadly, I don't care.  I hated

most everyone in that class.  I was an outsider

and was miserable to entire two years I 

was there.  I was a city girl, moved to this

country place where all the grades were

in one school.  Talk about culture shock.

I hope I don't still sound bitter.  Well, after

42 years you'd think I'd have gotten over

it by now, but apparently I never will.

 However, had they not dragged me kicking

and screaming from Maumee, Ohi0, to this

little teeny town in Michigan, I wouldn't 

have the life I have today, so I try not

to dwell on it.

Moving on.  We had class yesterday.  One

of my sentences had the word garage in it.

I had no idea what the sign for garage was.

We were using classifiers, which is a hand

shape to indicate an object.  In this case,

of course, it was a car.  So Pam said,

"What do you think the sign for garage

is?"  I used my classifier "car" and put it

under my non dominant hand.  She said,

"That is the sign for garage."  Surprise!

I am not good at classifiers.  I know them,

of course, but I'm not good at using them.

Practice, practice.   I need to practice my

finger spelling.  I am still slow and clumsy

at it.  It's just because I'm lazy and don't

work on it much. 

Happy Sunday!