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Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Do you remember me?
It is really very strange to be working in your hometown at a job where you encounter a lot of people that you grew up calling "Mr." or "Mrs. so-and-so." They walk into the office and I have to make myself say "Hi Larry" not "Mr. Middleton" or "Mary" not "Mrs. Kitchell" or...there are a lot of people like that here: Mrs. Dowling (she subbed, but here she's the bell choir director), Mr. Zwagerman (who just inspired this post by giving me something to update), the Middletons, Kitchells, Crases, Schillings (though they don't actually attend here anymore), Mrs. Terpstra (who, they apparently were not aware of around here until I said something, is an art teacher at the high school), and I'm sure there are more. I do it with phone calls, too, and asking about their kids. I'll recognize a last name and ask if they're any relation to whoever, then I get into my, "yeah, I graduated from Ames High in 2000...I remember being in choir with him/her" or whatever. It's kinda fun, but also kinda strange. :-)
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