Old Classmate?
Have you been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking...surely I cannot look that old?  You may enjoy this short story, which could be true....

While waiting for my first appointment in the reception room of a new dentist, I noticed his certificate, which bore his full name.

Suddenly, I remembered that a tall, handsome boy with the same name had been in my high school class some 50 years ago.
 
Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This balding, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old to have been my classmate.

After he had examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended LHS.  "Yes," he replied.  "When did you graduate?" I asked.

He answered, "In 1954. Why?"  "You were in my class!" I exclaimed.

He looked at me closely and then asked, "What did you teach?"

Courtesy of Nancy Abbott Loveless

REMEMBER WHEN!
By Missy Parrish Stark*

Remember when we walked the halls,
Rushing to our next class;
Or the times we just gathered on the lawn,
Just to talk and sit on the grass!

Or how about the Friday nights,
And all those football games;
When we were so full of hope,
Our visions full of fortunes and fames!

Remember how proud we stood,
On graduation day;
And the sorrow that we felt,
As we went our separate way!

It's hard to believe how much we've changed,
In the fifty-five years that have passed;
But the friendships that we built back then,
Today, they still hold fast.

(*Written by the daughter of Percy Parrish
and dedicated to the Lubbock High School class of 1954.)