Did we meet in band first, or through Mrs. Bussell’s class? It had to have been band, because our gifted classes didn’t mix. Mrs. Bussell’s class was right behind the bandroom. So I’m sure I saw Karissa in between classes. I had Mrs. Bussell for geography in 7th grade and US history in 8th grade. I definitely didn’t want Mr. Bailey. Poor Mr. Bailey.
We probably started really being friends when she was in ninth grade, and I was in eighth, and we were in Symphonic Band together. Ah yes, how cool were we that we memorized our parts and sang our pieces on the bus to and from festivals (or anywhere else)? We thought so much of ourselves, only because we were actually awesome. Right?
She talked me into joining High-Q when I got to high school. She was a member of the academic team, too, and she was able to bestow upon me much wisdom from being a year ahead. Like, you don’t really have to pay attention in Ms. Marlette’s class. And Mr. Laird is cool, but he’s a hippie. And, there’s no such thing as a pool or elevators at Middleburg High School; don’t fall for it.
We got to experience our marching band at its very best. “Payload,” y’all. “Trooper Salute.” That’s all I have to say.
We got to assign Star Wars characters to our group of friends.
I thought she was cool because she lived in Lake Asbury.
I’ve not known anyone who’s as voracious a reader as this girl. Lynn Reed gave her a run for her money, but never really was her match.
She was brave enough to play the oboe in sit-down band. She rocked it.
She went to a marching band university. She went on to medical school and became Dee-Arr Karissa H.
When was it she tripped somewhere on a football field? Was it during graduation practice?
We supported each other in internet dating. I have to laugh, dude. Pepsi machine vending guy.
She hosted me for 3 days in Knoxville and took me to Cozymel and introduced me to Tennessee outlet malls. AND her still plastic-wrapped videos. And her awesome cats.
She married a very cool Jewish man who’s apparently an amazing cook and husband and sports writer. I hate her for this. Not for anti-Semitic reasons, though. Let’s get that straight.
We’ve been friends – OH MY HECK – almost 20 years. And she was born 13 years before that. (Oh. Oops. Don’t do the math on that.)
The world’s definitely a better place for it. She’s kind and generous and incredibly intelligent and qualified to be a contestant on Jeopardy! and shares her Pop Tarts with me. That’s true friendship, right there.
It’s already 11AM the next day in Japan, but we’re still celebrating here in the USA. There’s never a reason not to celebrate this girl.
Happy Birthday, Karissa!