Eleven Years Later

It's been eleven years since I've sat in the Dean's office at my old high school. But today there I was sitting in front of the new Dean. I graduated in 1998. But during my final year I made a promise to our old Dean. I promised her I would come back in five to ten years and let them know what I was doing.
You know it was still really strange to be in that office, immediately I felt like a twelve year old being punished for a years worth of tardiness. When I entered the school I had to buzz in to speak with the secretary through some kind of bullet proof glass, not something we had in my day. I asked to see the Dean who was in a meeting. I waited on a few minuets by talking to one of my old teachers. It was then that a most beautiful woman came in and I was introduced to the our new Dean. I believe that this was a part of why it was difficult for me. but only a portion. I mean walking into anyone's office for the first time basically unannounced to tell them your past 11 year story would be kinda weird. But this I hadn't planned on.
So, how did it go, well I guess. I only apologized a few times for how strange this must be for her. Even she said in a most natural way it would be great if someone I knew was there for me to share all this with. And really the whole meeting went like this. I could tell she belonged there. I mean she was so relaxed in her office her environment, and I was just out of place. I felt the more and more we spoke the more this was obvious. Then at the last moments of our conversation I relised that this is not what I came her for, it wasent as I had dreamed it would be. It was turnning out to just be a semi awkward moment. I was supposed to be encouraging. I was supposed to tell her my rags to riches story and leave her knowing any punk could be changed for the better if they just had a chance. Well I don't want to let you down, I mean few people will probably ever read this. probably only thouse close to me, and of them still few. But I did leave her with that. I did tell her about Christ, and my new life in Him, I told her about Moldova and my work and dreams there. Its just that I dident ever see it panning out like this.

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I've always like Campbell soup. Well err not really. Actually I've never liked it now that I think about it. Funny how our minds change so quickly. I'm happy to say I"m friends with Dave kat Kaive. She pretty much rocks. Its good to know you have a friend who actually puts time into your friendship. This is why I am so fortunate to have friends like her and Peter. Peter good hand shake earlier by the way.

I guess somehow today I accidently clicked on Peter's blog, well err umm 44 times. You see I know that Peter gets paid when people click on his adds. But thas not all. The thing is that the page wasent comming up. So I clicked again. I guess well ok its embarrasing but sometimes I have a little ocd, but just a little, only well 44 clicks worth.

Last but not least. Today mom made some of the greatest foods this side of the pond. We have zeama which is soup, home made bread, about 6 loaves. and a wonderfull hamburger salad with peas and noodles.