Memoir

I liked Ms. Christiansen. Who knows if that was even her name, but despite that, she was important. Mostly for one thing small thing she said. My junior year was mostly fun. My AP European history class went to Italy. I was head over heels for this girl named Alexis. She may have thought of me as the nice boy. Smart. Nothing to worry about. Nothing exciting enough to be interested in.

I cannot believe it has been 10 years since Rachel and I met. I don’t think anyone will ever be like her again. We met at my friend’s pool. I had moved back to Denver from Sacramento and was kind of drifting while planning to go to grad school the next fall. I am not sure where my buddy met her, but he brought her back to his pool one day, and we were hanging out.

A free lesson I worked at a restaurant when I was in high school as a host. My job was to greet people and sit them and tell them how long they would need to wait. It was a good high school job because I got to be around some adults, and the money was good for a kid my age. It wasn’t really an upscale restaurant, but I had to dress in a black button up shirt and black slacks, so I looked pretty sharp.

Born to lose Bachelor party here we come My buddy John typifies what I expect a Mainer should be like. He is laid back and loves the simple pleasures in life, especially being out in nature. He has a lot of the same kinds of personality traits that I have, maybe beause I am from Colorado. John was getting married, and for his bachelor party, he wanted to take a couple of buddies canoeing down the Saco River.