A couple weeks ago, I had the privilege of attending my 20 year high school reunion . Twenty. The big Two Zero. It's been two whole decades since I walked down that stage in my cap, gown, and overly teased hairdo to receive the rewards of my high school endeavors-a diploma and the satisfaction of never having to sleep through another algebra class again...a rather hasty assumption , I would learn later in life. It was the first reunion I had ever bothered to attend and for good reason. I didn't have a lot of friends back then. To say I wasn't very popular in high school would be a major understatement. I was a chubby, leaning towards corpulent teenager with acne so bad you might as well have called them boils, a sense of style that should have had me busted by the fashion police on a daily basis, and the social skills of Lisbeth Salander -minus her staggering intelligence. A lot of people who didn't know me back then think I exaggerate when I describe teenage me, a...
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