Lizzy

One of my closer friends when I was younger was a girl named Liz. I bet you can guess what that's short for. Elizabeth. I used to tutor her when I was a first year in highschool. She was a year younger than me. I managed to get her grades to go from below a C average to the honor roll in a semester. Mostly because I made her do her homework. We used to just sit around and talk and have fun. I haven't heard about her since her mom took her away from her dad right before highschool. She was miserable there, but it was what she had. A few years ago her dad died too. Her dad was my dad's friend so that pretty much ended our contact with that family.

Anyways, the point of all this background is that last Saturday my parents had an old office gathering. It was people who worked together years ago but are all in different places now. They always meet up each Christmas to see what's going on. Liz's older sister who is my age showed up. So my mom managed to collect all sorts of news for me. Liz got married in August this year and has a child. It was a shot-gun wedding apparently. I guess that was the responsible thing for her to do given the situation. Get married and fast. But I still have problems with seeing my little Lizzy married with kid. She's named the girl child Ariel after the mermaid.

I guess the whole point of this story was to just be amazed at how much I've grown up and my friends as well. Although sometimes I think the growing up is a bit forced after stupid choices. I wonder if she's still the bean-pole she always was?