waves to libkitty
It's just so cool to have met you and dined with you and have a face and a voice to go with your words whenever you post now!
My 10th HS reunion blew big chunks. The reunions for the arts program would probably be more interesting, but the arts program is surviving on a shoestring and has no money for any kind of alumni/ae activities; one semi-enterprising graduate tried to get something going using Classmates.com as a conduit, but that effort limped to a slow painful death a couple of years ago and nobody's tried to revive it since. I shed no tears.
vw, I totally forbid you to beat yourself up. You're doing great, getting stellar grades, blowing past the incompletes, and generally being super-responsible and successful and the kind of student every professor longs for (as, IIRC, at least one has actually said to you, in something close to those very words). You had an allergic reaction, had an emergency trip to the doctor's, and only expended 90% effort instead of your usual 287% in trying to track down your Deliverance prof for the assignment. I forbid you to fritter away another moment thinking about it.
Seriously. Go cuddle the cutest pets in the universe and make yourself some cocoa and put down the beating-you-up stick before someone wrests it from you and tries to cluestick you with it.