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lederhosenHad nice weekend. Rey booked good hotel, spa, champagne, argh narm yumm. Saturday a.m. driving around Canberra, which is unreasonably pretty this time of year with leaves in every imaginable shade. Retail therapy (bookshop, outdoor sports shop, Impact Records etc). Then reunion Saturday pm, more on that below. Today, visited markets, caught up with old neighbour/friend Wynne, who is always worth chatting with. Bought spiffy kimono, which hasn't made up its mind what colour it is. Then back home.
Reunion, Sat. pm. About 35 of my year showed, from a class of about 120. Very interesting seeing (a) how many of them had gone on to do exactly what I'd thought they would, and (b) how many had turned out quite differently. (About 50/50.)
One of my schoolmates - who was always rather chubby and awkward, and deeply conservative - has since shed 25 kilos and come out of the closet, and looks much happier for it. (And he's been working for both the Liberal Party and the US Republicans, but nobody's perfect.)
Another - who I never really knew - looks pretty ill. He was moving carefully and slurring his speech badly - before the alcohol showed up - and made a comment about studying 'while he still had time'. :-/
Was very pleasantly surprised to discover that the vast majority of them have actually turned into human beings in the last ten years. I don't mean that they were _bad_, with a few exceptions, but they've turned into adults. Listened to one who I'd only ever known as a (good-natured) jock getting quite worked up about environmental issues, which warmed my tree-huggin' little heart :-)
Pleasantly surprised to note that programme acknowledged male partners of attendees.
Met various teachers. The ones I liked seem to have aged much better than those I didn't - couldn't help but feel smug about this. Except for Mrs. Haines, my Year 7 English teacher, a grand old lady who died a few years back. This was a woman who could talk about sex to a class of 30 schoolboys without a titter, or tear strips off the armed soldiers who interrupted her class when she taught in Iraq thirty years ago.
All in all, surprisingly enjoyable.
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Oh, and forgot to mention: spent Saturday morning at the Italian Renaissance exhibition at the National Gallery. Yum, Titian.
Reunion, Sat. pm. About 35 of my year showed, from a class of about 120. Very interesting seeing (a) how many of them had gone on to do exactly what I'd thought they would, and (b) how many had turned out quite differently. (About 50/50.)
One of my schoolmates - who was always rather chubby and awkward, and deeply conservative - has since shed 25 kilos and come out of the closet, and looks much happier for it. (And he's been working for both the Liberal Party and the US Republicans, but nobody's perfect.)
Another - who I never really knew - looks pretty ill. He was moving carefully and slurring his speech badly - before the alcohol showed up - and made a comment about studying 'while he still had time'. :-/
Was very pleasantly surprised to discover that the vast majority of them have actually turned into human beings in the last ten years. I don't mean that they were _bad_, with a few exceptions, but they've turned into adults. Listened to one who I'd only ever known as a (good-natured) jock getting quite worked up about environmental issues, which warmed my tree-huggin' little heart :-)
Pleasantly surprised to note that programme acknowledged male partners of attendees.
Met various teachers. The ones I liked seem to have aged much better than those I didn't - couldn't help but feel smug about this. Except for Mrs. Haines, my Year 7 English teacher, a grand old lady who died a few years back. This was a woman who could talk about sex to a class of 30 schoolboys without a titter, or tear strips off the armed soldiers who interrupted her class when she taught in Iraq thirty years ago.
All in all, surprisingly enjoyable.
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Oh, and forgot to mention: spent Saturday morning at the Italian Renaissance exhibition at the National Gallery. Yum, Titian.
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Date: 2002-05-09 05:21 am (UTC)