High school yearbook picture
I was never in the cool crowd in high school. My best friend was much cooler than I, and I got close to some cool people by association. Not the same as having cooliousity myself.
Now my high school, Roger Ludlowe in Fairfield, Connecticut, is having a birthday bash this fall to celebrate the fact that we all are turning 70 or have recently turned 70. I wasn’t going to go, but the party is being billed as possibly the last get-together we’re ever going to have.
And this is possibly my last chance to be cool.
Don’t get me wrong. I’ve been cool many times to many people. Just not in high school.
My children thought I was cool. Sometimes. Well, maybe that one time on a Friday afternoon in July of 1982?
My grandkids think I’m cool. When they’re not laughing at me. All in good fun, right grandkids?
And my students thought I was a cool teacher. The police had to intervene only once. Or twice. I warned the vice principal to wear clip-on ties.
Now I have just a little over three months to develop some coolness.
Mr. Cool
My twelve-year-old grandson is the height of cool. He’s Mr. Cool. He’ll tell you that himself, and he ain’t fooling. He’s visiting next week, so I’m going to have him give me some pointers. I’m breaking into the cool crowd, you hear me? So look out, people, ‘cause here I come! And I ain’t fooling.
Coming East 
Are there cool clothes for a reunion?
Not if you graduated in the mid sixties. We wore what would be considered preppy clothes now: wool skirts and matching sweaters or tennis sweaters, knee socks and penny loafers. Can’t find a vintage tennis sweater anywhere that’s affordable.
From one un-cool gal to another, you’re plenty cool now and I ain’t fooling either. I love your sense of humor. 🙂
It’s good when we can laugh at ourselves.
Omg, you are waaayyyy cool! I never was, though, except my kids thought I was cool, too—once or twice, I’ve no doubt you will be the coolest at the reunion!
Thanks, Debbie. Can’t begin to tell you how much I miss you.
I haven’t been to any high school or college reunions. Not one for nostalgia or seeing how we’ve changed. Good for you to attend! Have fun! And enjoy your grandson’s visit.
I only went to the 30th reunion. I liked high school, so this will be like closure.
I think you’re cool too! I think that grandson will tell you ~ and I can tell he’s cool just by looking at his picture ~ cool is in the ‘tude. If your attitude says cool, then you are. So put on your best cool and have a wonderful time!
Thanks, Carol. I’m hoping my grandson will teach me to dance too.
I have always thought you were cool… ❤
Thanks, DAF.
I think you’re cool. And I think you blog is cool, but I was not in the cool club in high school, either. 😢
I can’t believe you weren’t in the cool club, Nancy. You are way cooler than I. Of course, that’s not saying much…