Out

I graduated from high school forty years ago and this year is, of course is the 40 year reunion. Actually this year should have been my 41st year reunion due to the life changing accident I suffered the summer before I was to enter my tenth grade year. This accident mandated that I been in almost constant rehabilitation for the next year of my life forcing me to miss enough school so that I did not graduate with my class. To make matters worse, the accident left me a quadriplegic never walking again let alone climbing stairs. The hight school I should have attended, the school I wanted to attend, the high school I was bred to attend was Boise High school—the high school I did attend however, was Borah Sr. High School. Borah was a relatively new high school in Boise Valley in the 1960's. Borah had been around long enough to have developed a fierce cross town rival ship between the schools.

Borah was where I was destined to attend my the simple fact that the facility was built on one floor where Boise High was build the turn of the century and was built on the roman style campus architecture with multiple buildings with hundreds and hundreds of stairs. The medical an educational professionals in my life all felt Borah High was the best place for me. Needless to say the first year that I was back in school was dreadful. I hardly spoke to any one. The second year I realized that I was cutting my nose off despite my face and I could see friends were everywhere and so—I made friends and eventually finished high school—not with my class and not with my original friends. I believe I have blogged on this before; last summer when I realized Boise High class of 1969 had held their reunion and I had missed it.

So fast forward to this year and the class of 1970 is having their reunion and I keep getting announcements the reunion is almost upon us. I have basically ignored these announcements
but with in the last week one of the reunion organizers has started emailing me asking me if I was going to go to the reunion. The reunion is in Boise and I am in Salt Lake there is no way I am driving five hours for a reunion of good people just not my high school or class. There I said it. I have been struggling with this 'outing' for some time. This struggle probably does not mean a thing to any one but me and a clarification that though, I never was I shall always be a Boise Brave. So I have the sad responsibility of telling old Barry ( the Borah High reunion coordinator) that I do not plan to be in Boise this weekend or next when ever the Borah High reunion is supposed to take place—nothing personal—it just that I was an alien at his school attending only because I had to not because I ever wanted to. I doubt if Barry will understand. Barry was a mighty, mighty Lion, Borah Lion.