It was a form email. “Geoff, come home to Tech,” it screamed in large italicized type.
I shudder to think what the years have done. My suspicion is, many of them are still waiting for their first opportunity to see a woman naked.
I went to an all boys, engineering oriented, academically superior high school – Brooklyn Tech. We were the nerds, all 6,000 of us! For four years of high school, I carried a slide rule and knew how to use it.
We possessed the skills necessary to succeed as adults. We sucked at being teenagers. As it turns out, those two skill sets are mutually exclusive.
This was not a neighborhood high school. I took the Q65A bus to the E or F subway and then transferred to the GG line, continuing on the NYCTA’s red headed stepchild route.
Even if we had the skills to have relationships with girls, we were totally isolated from them. Allegedly we had a ‘sister school’. Yeah, they were dying to have more quality time with us.
I am in touch with no one from my school. An email sent to one classmate I was curious about received a response containing these welcoming words: “Who are you?” I guess I wasn’t memorable.
I’m tempted to go the the reunion. It’s a daylight affair, at the school. I’d surely leave Helaine at home. Too traumatic.