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Blast From the Past

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I had the strangest thing happen to me today.  Back when I was a freshman in college I was acting in NDSU’s production of The Crucible.  About a week or so before the production one of the girls on the crew asked me what town I was from in Maine, having seen my bio from the program.  I told her, and she asked me if I knew this one guy, I did, through my sister and I asked her how she knew him.  Turned out she was from not far from where I grew up.  We kept talking and she asked where I went to school.  Most of you might already knew but I went to a tiny public/private charter school by the name of the Maine School of Science and Mathematics.  When I told her that she freaked out and told me she’d graduated in either the 1st or 2nd class since it opened (I was in the 4th class, it opened its doors in fall 1995).  At any rate, we’d never met since she graduated before me and it was a weird coincidence that she and I both ended up at NDSU and then met.  The last I heard from her was right before she graduated, which I believe was at the end of my freshman year, 4.5 years ago (it was definitely no less than 2.5 years ago, I just can’t remember when she graduated).  We lost touch after she left North Dakota.

Fastforward to today.  I was rounding the corner to my research methods class and looked up to say hello to my friend Kristi and this blond girl stepped directly into my path.  I couldn’t get a good look at her at that point because I was a little flustered.  She bluntly asked me where I went to high school and I standoffishly told her “oh, in Maine” at which point I realized I recognized her voice.  I looked at her and my internal monologue said “holy shit! it’s dhelia! no, it can’t be!”  Well, it is.  She couldn’t remember my name, but she remembered my face and having hung out with me a few times (this WAS almost 5 years ago) and we quickly exchanged phone numbers and agreed we’d have to get together sometime.  She’s here doing graduate work also and was as amazed to see me as I was to see her.  I’m hoping she calls me because I’m not used to my new cell phone and her number didn’t get saved.  

I’m still a little freaked out by the whole situtation, but ultimately think its very cool.

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