Huh. The coordinators for my internship in '96 contacted me and provided a link to the other participants as well. Most of those they've been able to find got PhDs . And the professional-track ballet dancer has taken up dancing again (when I met her, she'd been sidelined recently with a knee injury and was told she should give up ballet.) She's a professor. The woman who got to fly AF jets in Italy before leaving the Academy is an astronomer at a telescope in South Africa and is on the staff of MIT.

It's just...huh.

Yeah, that's pretty much why I avoid the back pages of my alumni mag.

Oh and the dancer is dancing professionally again. I'm happy for her. Back then, it was very clear she really hurt over having that dream denied.

And the annoying, socially offputting guy got married!

A lid for every pot!

Actually, I just heard a great lid-for-every-pot story from my mother, which gave me hope.

It's nothing compared to the Invisible Woman effect, but when I was a kid buying my first car with Dad in tow the dealers were all trying to sell me on powerful engines and speed and Girl Magnet potential when I was looking for low maintenance and good handling. One tried to pressure me to buy on the spot with the threat of another buyer, and lost any chance at making a sale. (The car I did end up buying was a pitiful jalopy, but the dealer had a low-key sales pitch and always treated me fair.)

Couldn't find out what happened to the roommate I moved out on is doing. I knew it'd be a bad match when she stated we that the smell of feta made her puke as I was putting feta in our fridge, she was a morning person who went to bed at 8, did not allow alcohol in the room and that smokers were evil. It was as if the dorm people had matched polar opposites, so I quickly got a single. She wasn't a bad person, we got along fine at work, just a horrid combo.

Aw. My parents called to check up on me. Verdict? Scotch is working tonight. Heh. Completely sober me was shaking all day and pretty useless.

It'll all be part of your past soon, sarameg. Never mind.

Someday, I'll laugh at the nerves. Someday. Actually, I laugh at them now but cannot shed them. At least I've had confirmation that stress=major factor in weight loss for me. I've been losing since the stress amped up but then when it went to 11? So did the loss.

I am thrilled to pieces the Irena Sendler story is coming to prime time. God love those students in Kansas who fleshed it out for consumption.