Decluttering Blues

In the midst of packing I’m also making an effort to throw out the piles upon piles of junk I’ve collected. I was/am something of a packrat, but I’ve decided that it might not be a bad idea to finally throw out broken knickknacks and receipts from 1994.  Hard to believe some of the ridiculous shit I’ve kept for years and years. That I saved Spanish homework from a decade ago is even dumber when you realize that in that timespan I’ve lived in 2 countries, 2 states, 4 cities, and 12+ different houses.

Among my discoveries:

– $21.30 in cash & $38.82 in gift cards

– two cards/notes from the late Lisa Herman

– a billion overwrought cards/notes from (and sometimes to) dozens of once-loved women

– my temporary AND real Filipino driver’s license + a half-dozen Faith Academy ID cards

– my rejection letter from the National Honor Society where I am praised for my leadership, cooperation, and upright moral character… but chided for my inability to accept criticism and impersonable demeanor. I seem to have had particular problems with “maintaining a loyal school attitude… rendering any requested service to the school… and complying with school regulations…” It might reflect poorly on my high school that one of its all-time most straight-laced nits still found it difficult to tow the party line.

– poems & proverbs written as a child, including this gem that probably dates to the first Gulf War:

My daddy went to war today,
he left us all alone.
Today he went to fight for us,
in places I don’t know.
Today he went to kill our foes,
and why I do not know.
Where right seems wrong,
and wrong seems right,
Why can’t we stop this war?
and now I’m in this crazy daze,
just because,
My daddy went to war today.

Heart-wrenching stuff, huh? I should’ve been America’s first 8-year-old poet laureate. Please note: my father has never be in the military, let alone fought a war. Odd, too, that it took me another 15 years to re-discover the pacifism I apparently knew as a child.

High School Reunion Bingo

My high school class is having our 7 year reunion in a week. I went to a conservative Christian missionary school in the Philippines, but have not really kept up with hardly any of my classmates. Much to my surprise, it appears I’ll actually be attending this reunion. It seemed only fitting that I keep my sanity by drawing up a Reunion Bingo board to keep score on while I glad-hand my way around the room next Saturday:

Feel free to make predictions on if/where I’ll hit bingo.