People call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a door mat or a prostitute. Rebecca West
In honor of all grads everywhere.
And just to show I was once not quite as old as dirt...
Me (on the left) with my best friend on the occasion of our high school graduation in June of 1973.
Young, long-haired and smiling the big smile! Congrats, 35 years later. ;)
Some things don't change much....and graduation and all it means is one of them.BTW...I went back and read your entry about Terry. Did you ever try and find her?
Kat--No, I have not found her. I've made some lame attempts to google her name, but haven't done anything serious. Like I said in the post, I think she dropped out of contact with me on purpose...and I think I should just let it lie. :( Lisa :-]
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