A reunion to remember_(1)
“How can you not remember me?” I looked at her again closely. Did she have any idea how many students I’d had in the 20 years I’d been teaching? Certainly thousands. Hell, I had several hundred students this year alone. She was seriously cute though, so I was a little shocked that I couldn’t even remember having her in class let alone what her name was. Usually I tucked the names, faces – and bodies- into the back of my memory for um, later recall. “George Thompson! Is that YOU under that blond wig?” I said with mock excitement. ‘I always knew you’d come out of the closet eventually. Looks like the surgery was a huge success!” She put her tiny hands on her tiny waist and glared at me with the biggest blue eyes …