Confessions XVIII

I used to skip gym class on Fridays of my senior year in high school – to go to music theory class in the band room.

I got one of the music theory students (also known around my school as “one of the potheads”) to walk me down the aisle at graduation because he’d failed to beat up the friend I didn’t want to walk with before said friend had asked.

The guys from music theory were kind and thoughtful, worked hard at what they cared about (music), always welcomed me to their class (even in my gym clothes), and wrote some of the most thoughtful and interesting messages in my yearbook at the end of the year. (The confession is that I should’ve been a pothead.)