High School Friends

There are times that I think Facebook is a terrible idea. Then there are other times that I am so thankful for it. For example, I went to school with a girl named Star. She was my age, my height and she liked to read. In the 3rd or 4th grade that was about all it took for us to become good friends. In fact, I'd say that right to about the 9th grade she was my best friend. And then something strange happened. We got to high school and somehow we were separated into the strangest groups. By this I mean there were tables in the lunchroom. And there was a wall. Now the wall was outside and there was one on each side of the lockers and wouldn't you know it there were different groups who seemed assigned to a particular wall. (this was 96-99) And the Black kids had their wall, the Asian kids had a wall, the Mexican kids had theirs and the jocks had a wall. This was in the center of the campus. Rarely did you see people hanging out at other walls. And Star, well she went through a goth phase. Lots of black, long black skirts, black nails, black tops with people. It was an interesting time for both of us. At the urging of my other bf I hung out with her at the black wall and with the black kids. I joined the Ebony Club! Loved it. It was so amazing to learn things about Black History and the present that we were not being taught in school. But I really missed hanging out with Star. I missed walking home from school together. I missed my friend. I didn't have the skills or the courage then to cross the line and try to get to know her goth friends. And I can completely understand why she didn't cross the line to the black wall. Years later, we're getting the opportunity to reconnect. Thanks to Facebook. I'm honestly not sure how we found each other considering we've both changed our names. It may have been through the alumni page but I don't remember. And in a few weeks, I will be in Nashville, and she has recently relocated to a city near Nashville - we've made plans to get together! I'm not sure I could possibly be more excited. Seeing her after 13 years, I'm nervous. But I am SO excited. We are not the same people we were obviously. And I for one used to wonder what we'd be like as grownups. And now, I get to find out. Ok enough about that! It's Friday and I have stuff to do so that I can fully enjoy my weekend! Happy Friday people!