I worked with Marian one summer. She reminded me a lot of Rosie the Riveter. Maybe because she had wicked arm muscles from swimming. Turns out we went to the same college but when I saw her we had an awkward, “I know you but I don’t know if I know you well enough to say hello,” moment. I would then avoid running into her because sometimes I’m paranoid that people hate me and I got that vibe from her. Probably not true. …Probably.
Emma was one of my best friends until fifth grade when she moved away. We used to have picnics in her backyard and built the most epic pillow/sheet forts in her house. One time in third grade I convinced Emma and our friend Steven to sneak into the classroom during recess. We got caught and sent to the principle’s office. They were pretty mad at me…
Randy is a kid I went to high school with who I swear must now be 22 going on 50. He is very well-spoken and smart and has very strong political views. He’s also a huge Redskins fan, which I suppose I can forgive because he’s not a jerk kind of football fan. (Sorry I don’t exactly have stories for names so far, but they aren’t people I know super well).
Sharon is a girl I met in college who is one of the bubbliest people I know. But not in an annoying way, she’s just so optimistic and laughs a lot and she’s super short. When I hug her she comes up to about my chin. She has great taste in socks, movies, and sports, all of which I appreciate and she’s currently in grad school studying grad school things. She’s one of the only people I know who transfered schools in college.
Elise is the little sister of one of my best friends from high school. She’s five years younger but she and her sister look frighteningly alike and are both two of the most beautiful people I have ever seen. They’re like models, it’s not fair. She’s super friendly, loves soccer and golden retrievers, and is the youngest of four just like me.
I knew an Amy a long time ago back in preschool. She and Gabriella were my best friends and we would build block castles and pretend to grocery shop around the classroom. (Just what about grocery shopping was so appealing I don’t remember, but we seemed to enjoy it). After preschool Amy and I went to different elementary schools. I wonder if she even remembers me.
Back in sixth grade there was a kid in my class named James who was short, quirky, and loud. He was always making off-hand comments in class and teachers were always forgetting his name for some reason. Oh and he did a great British accent… and he did it a lot. I haven’t seen him since then because he switched schools but I wonder if he’s taller now.
I’ve been getting a little tired of all the Dumbledore hate I’ve been seeing around lately and so I’ve decided to share some of my thoughts on the character. It got a little long and rambling (and sarcastic) in places so do forgive me, but I also left a lot out and it could easily have been twice as long.