Chasing Down a Memory

If you can believe it, I was a shy international student when I arrived at the Orange County private school back in 1993.  I wasn’t “shy” because that was what I was. I was “shy” because I was insecure with my English skills and with being a total foreigner in a school full of mostly white kids. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to make friends. My host mom Bonnie, also one of our school’s counselor at the time, had it planned out for me perfectly. She enrolled me in handbell choir with ultra small class...
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Remembering Prom

It’s prom. Everywhere. TV. Movies. Tis the season! While many people have horror stories from their proms, I was fortunate enough to not have all the drama or the aftermath. e.g. “My prom date never called me again” or “That was so romantic then he dumped me” etc. I actually had a great time and no consequences. Ah. The magic of going to prom with your best guy friend. (Well, he did come out later. So technically, my best gay.) I didn’t expect to go to prom. At all. After all, my two years of American high school life went without...
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