NORMAN — Surprises are usually a good thing. And I, for the most part, enjoy them.
The surprise I’m about to tell you about came at just the right time, too.
May always gets me a little emotional. If you want to see me cry fast, just take me to any graduation ceremony — high school, college, pre-school. I’m sure even a clown college graduation would get me going, too. And all that pomp and circumstance doesn’t even have to be for someone I know. Those water works will turn themselves on, regardless if I know you or not.
There’s something about graduations that make me reminisce about those many years that I left high school. My friends were all ready to go on to greener pastures, but I was such a homebody that I wanted time to stay where I was.
My senior year was probably one of the best years of my high school experience. It was the first year I’d really came out of my shell. It was the first time in my life that I felt like I was starting to figure out who I was. And it was the first year I made one of the best friends of my life.
Our senior year of high school, it seemed like Ashley and I were constant companions. And that summer after graduation, she was going to one college and I was going to another, so it only seemed fitting that we spend every waking hour together.
I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard as when I’m in her graces. And that’s exactly the type of friend she still is. Our topics of conversation are never bleak. And if our talks ever get serious, it was a good debate over who was better, Curly or Shemp. I was always on Team Curly. Ashely’s Stooge views were different, obviously.