Pflugerville Class of '95

Well, it's now n years after we all departed from our dear old beloved Big Blue. Oh, and how the world has changed. For example, I now take showers in the morning instead of at night. And I'm sure most of y'all have even bigger tales of the impact the last n years have had on you.

This page goes out to all those Pflugerville High School students who wasted/enjoyed some of the best years of their lives in Pflugerville, Texas, a horribly small but exponentially sprawling, rural one-stoplight Texas town where the only entertainment used to be cow tipping. Well, actually, we were only 15 minutes from downtown Austin and 6th Street, so I suppose you could make a case for saying that Pflugerville rocked. Anyways, FYI, P.H.S was, for the longest time, the only high school in the Pflugerville Independent School District, and it will forever, as far as I'm concerned, be the best high school in everything.

Those were definitely the good old days... safe-weekending, Gladney tests, pep-rallies, fitting 8 people in the trunk to go to Hardees for lunch, all those clubs we were members of but never really went to, Freedom, mural painting, state-championship track teams, pipe bombs (where'd that come from?), and all that other stuff.

And who can forget the UIL and German competitions where we usually won very little, but always found ways to jump into fountains, get into wars with Bowie, get kicked out of hotels, and generally annoy the heck out of everyone to the point where our sponsors disowned us (or was that just a small handful of people known to most everyone else as nerds - oh no! Was I one of those?). And pep-rallies and football games! I still can't believe we lost to Westlake!

Our teachers were, in their own little ways, the best--Mrs. Watson (Humanities was always fun), Mrs. Gladney, Mr. Boucher, Mrs. Ostas (who could ever forget breathing our way through 0-hour with her?), Mrs. Mott, Mrs. Vance (and all those nifty computer programs and viruses that somehow found their way onto all the computers. hmmmm), Mrs. Bridges, and, well, I'm tired of naming teachers. You fill in the rest.

Since I'd probably get mail bombs if I didn't mention "the gang," I will. Although, I have no idea if we still could be considered the "gang." I haven't been in Austin much since I graduated. But to Jonas Andersen (now Sappington, of course), Joe Li, Bryan Cotanch, Andy Britcher, Matt Eiben, and James and Aaron Newman, y'all felch. Just kidding. Only a few of y'all felch. You know who you are.

Life was grand back in the days when we were still all froods, was it not? Take, for example, how white and streamy the outside of my house looked as it bathed in toilet paper the morning after I returned from my first semester at BYU. If that doesn't show how much we respect each other now, I don't know what does. Then there was Schlitterbahn, endless nights of Street Fighter II, W.U.S.S., Monty Python tennis, Kleenex eating, midnight chip munching in the center of Parmer Lane, super maze dodge ball in the church gym, breaking into the school at 2 AM, and all those other things that we'll probably never do again (except as sad, middle-aged men trying desperately to reclaim our absurd adolescence). But they're such good memories.

You know, I really wish I could name all my friends and all my teachers and everyone I ever knew. But alas, I can't remember most of you anymore. Julie Au, of course, would kill me for not mentioning her. She's one of the most awesome friends ever. And whatever happened to the Westview crowd like Ramana, Nickou, Pam, Catherine, Carryn, Matt (don't know your class rank, my butt... don't you miss Gladney?), Anu, and so on. All these people who were once played such an important part of my life. Everyone gone their separate ways....

Some people ask about this from time to time, so here's the poem I read at the Baccalaureate. It's not "good" poetry by my current standards, but it's not about poetry, it's about memories.

First off, I want to say how terribly disappointed I was with the turnout at the 10 year reunion. You are all slackers. Except for those of you who came. But everyone else--you'd better make the 15 year reunion.

So who am I still in touch with, you may ask. Well, Julie mostly. Every now and then I see Jonas, who's also here in Utah. Were it not for last year's 10 year reunion, it'd have been several years or so since I saw or emailed anyone else. Honestly, I'd really like to get back in touch with people. So email me and I'll definitely get back to you really soon.

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