Strange Class Reunion Story # 3 ~ Honey Chile!

Speaking of holding on to things and not letting go......

I saw a guy at the reunion who I had English all during High School. (I didn't take a picture of him unfortunately.) He looked like he was doing well. Had a trophy wife. Very beautiful, seemingly young.

When he realized that we had Ms. DiGregorio together, he told me...."Man I couldn't stand that lady....she was such a..." and I will stop there as the word rhymes with stitch.

Ms. DiGregorio was very exacting. I remember one day, as we were reading Huckleberry Finn, printing a word upon the board:

CHILE

"What is this word class?"

And I raised my hand and said "chile...as in honeychile". (pronounced: chai-elle) And the class laughed at me...and I was embarassed. She asked someone else how to pronounce it and they did it more like the country or the pepper. And she laughed at our class for being so eggheaded and elitist to not know how to pronounce or read the dialect of the book. (Personal thanks Ms. Di Gregorio for further hilighting my poor white trashedness to the group....sho 'nuff) I always felt that everyone "knew" that I did not belong in Superior English. (I can actually post later how I ended up there later.) A lot of the time Superior English had more to do with just that.....your personal superiority. Pam (my best friend) and I ......we didn't have much of that. And it was funny how people recalled that we were really tight and hung around each other a lot. And how suprised they were that we still did and are still best friends.

So, back to the story. Much of the class....especially this guy felt that Huckleberry Finn was below them and they didn't want to write a paper on it. So this guy...I will call him DC...asked me if I would write it. And I was...and I guess I still am....kind of taken aback.....because....whoa. That was like cheating. That was cheating. Whoa. Yes....I was a goody two shoes. Still believed in a lot of ideals. Well I still kinda do. He promised to take me out. Offered me things. Etc. And got really mad at me when I said absolutely not. This would not be the first time he would ask me, nor be angry and/or ugly to me because I wouldn't do it.

Well, later in the semester, DC got accused of plagarism. Which in reality was weird because it was like an essay question on a test. We could not have known the question. He could not have planned his plagarism. Yet here he was accused. And Ms. DiGregrio was mad. And he got mad. She was short and he was tall but their tempers matched well. Neither was having it. So you would think that was that.

So I see DC at the class reunion. He remembers me fondly. While I remember him not quite as fondly. But let bygones, be bygones. I did not bring it up....but he did. He defended the plagarism incident to me. Why? I dunno. He said he never cheated in that class and that all his work was his. And maybe a lot of it was. He said his junior year was just crazy with all the AP courses like History. (The one we were in together....but he says no way because he was in AP History as opposed to the AP History I was in with him..........I guess.

Nevertheless. I let him absolve himself....but I knew better. hee. Did I mention he is a lawyer now?