This week, I received an e-mail from a girl I went to high school with. She tracked me down through an internet search… Classmates.com is an interesting resourse.
Well, the last time I saw was at our graduation in 1978, so needless to say there’s a little bit of catching up to do!
Ok— here is the incredibly brief bio. In person, some of it is funny but it takes to much time to write that.
Left [our home town], went to McMaster, dated one guy there for four years. Got engaged. Realized it was a BIG MISTAKE. Called wedding off, returned dress (this distressed mother who thought I should save it but I thought seeing it in the closet might freak potential dates). Finished degree in Bio-Psych.
Went to Queen’s for Grad school. Met [husband] Dec 14 1984, he helped me move Dec 15 (he was a bartender at the bar where I was meeting friends who were helping me move the next day). First date Dec 21/84, engaged Feb 17/85, married Aug 24/85— still married and going strong.
Took a job in Oakville at Syl Apps Youth Centre ([identifying details snipped]) and worked while I finished off my PhD. Had 2 kids, was pregnant with the third when I graduated with the Ph.D. in clinical psych. (Yes I am a shrink). Worked in forensic psych, took a transfer to Goderich (small town in rural near north Ontario) in 1994 where I worked with 16-18 year old offenders. Supervisor was psycho so I quit in 1996 and opened my own practice. Continued to work with adult offenders through federal corrections and probation (I am good with sex offenders) but it started to get to me so in February this year I gave up the feds. Still living and working in the back of beyond. Am a brownie leader, work with Rotary and still massively hyper. According to people, although I look older, I still look pretty much like I did in high school— when I bump into people I haven’t seen in 20 years, they recognize me immediately.
The kids are 13, 10 and 8— that makes ME old.
Kids just got home from swimming so have to go.
Boy, do *I* feel like an underachiever!
