Hard to believe 20 years ago I graduated from high school.
In two months, I will join my former classmates and reminisce about all events
and experiences class of 1994 shared over the years. I grew up in Chicago;
however, in the middle of my 9th grade year, my mom relocated us to good ole
Yazoo City, Mississippi so that she could be closer to her mother.
Culture shock was the least of my troubles. You try fitting
in with people who have no idea what living “up North” is like. However, over
time, I built friendships that have only gotten stronger over the years.
One telling moment would be in 2010 when my dad passed away.
I had never experienced the pain of losing a parent or even a best friend
before. I buried him back in Yazoo City. The night before the funeral,
classmates from all over showed up at my uncle’s house to just hang and comfort
me. The next day at the church, imagine my surprise to see one side of the
church full of classmates.
I am looking forward to July when we are all together,
looking over old yearbooks, making fun of who is bigger and has more gray hair,
congratulating each other for all of our accomplishments, shedding tears for
classmates who are no longer with us. Class of 1994… still the best class to
ever cross the stage.
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