This is my AP Calculus class from high school.
Notice all the open yearbooks on the desks: it’s the end of the year.
I’m not sure what to say about this photo.
Boys outnumber girls.
Senior sweatshirts were cool even in the heat of the end of May.
Those I’ve managed to keep in touch with are married with children.
Those guys I’ve managed to keep in touch with have considerably less hair.
Mr. Kroft has been forced into early retirement because of the recession.
The top three graduates were in this class.
The football team’s quarterback, a wide receiver, the cheerleading captain, and a National Merit Scholar were all in this class.
Five people were in band.
Mullets were cool back then.
That was 15 years ago.
I can’t believe it.
Nearly seven of those 15 years were spent here in New York City.
I really miss high school sometimes.
I’m going to be waxing nostalgic for the next little while. Please bear with me.