i’ve (we’ve) had a slew of visitors here over the last couple weeks, most of them old friends from high school.
my high school group of friends are like my second family. in many ways, i we grew up together and although i don’t talk to many of them on a regular basis, they all hold a special place in my heart which i don’t think will ever change. when i make trips back to the OP, no matter how long its been since i was there, no matter how long its been since i spoke to them, its always as if no time has passed at all. so span of time or miles can seem to break these bonds and for this i am extremely grateful.
durning one of the visits, my roommate and i were reminiscing about our bbyo days. my experience during the two years i spent as a member of hatikvah aza #1126 were quite possibly the only bright spot in what was otherwise a dark and miserable high school experience. the last year my roommate and i were members was the best year hatikvah saw in some time (so it is my understanding, anyway). our membership was up and our success and popularity rivaled the dreaded nordonian (spelling?). think revenge of the nerds….
