I was a college graduate, feeling pretty haughty and dare I say, superior to most of my classmates, who mostly consisted of barely high school graduates, still freshly pimpled.

However, there were a few as cool as me, although I didn’t want to admit it.  My first day there, I sat down in an empty chair, the kind like I had in elementary school thru high school with the desk part attached to the seat.  Gimme a break.  I was 24 or 25, I can’t remember, but I was thinking, “REALLY, IS THIS 6TH GRADE?”

The girl in front of me turned around as soon as I sat down and grinned at me with a big toothy smile while saying “HI, I’M KAREN!”  I gave her a dirty look.  I was a punk rocker, for crying out loud.  I wasn’t allowed to be friendly OR cheerful.  She ended up being my best friend.

Then there was John, or as he liked to be called, Karen.  I’m not kidding.  He was 17 and had decided to become a woman.  You have to picture the times.  It was 1980, and talking about sex changes was not out there yet amongst the public.  Even the cool public, as I thought I was.  He also had a very inflamed case of acne, and I felt really sorry for him, UNTIL, he asked me out on a DATE!  I said, “John, I thought you wanted to be a girl.”  HE said, “Call me Karen”, to which I replied, “No way, and I’m not going out with you.  I have a boyfriend”, which I did.  Besides the fact that he was confused about which gender he wanted to be, he was 17!  That was a no way scenario for me.  In some states I think they call it statutory rape.

Anyway, there were some very cool and fun people there that I finally allowed myself to get to know, and I’m very glad I did.  Especially since I spent a year with most of them.

I’m looking forward to sharing some of our antics next time.

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