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Friday, March 22, 2002 -
I went to Safetytown® at Lincolnwood Elementary School, in like, fourth grade, and then again to Eco-Explorers Camp for "Young Scientists" around fifth grade. I met this insanely intelligent kid there, who was just as big a dork as I, and we become friends.
We were tight. He was one of the first friends I ever made on my own. He was the first person who ever introduced me to music, and Particle Man by TMBG (the quintessential dork band) is now somehow engrained in my soul so that whenever I'm waiting for the bus I'll hum a few bars of it. I don't know why we didn't stay friends... he was a little younger than I was and I didn't know how to drive back then. I never thought I'd see the kid again after I stopped talking to him over half a decade ago. Now, I've been talking to some new friends and growing my social circles again. I kept hearing these stories about this Jeremy kid who's got a girlfriend and does dirty things in those booths that play educational movies in Chicago's Field Museum. I should have known. When I needed to track down a friend who was at Jeremy's house, my mother overheard my saying his name and starts to put things together. She asks... "Is he really smart?" Mary affirms this. "Is he pretty jewish?" Another yup. 2 for 2. She runs to the Rolodex™; long abandoned. She starts flipping through the business cards, protected behind their oldschool plastic slips. I didn't even know we still had a Rolodex. She pulls a card out, triumphantly for us to see: Jeremy ... (708) XXX-XXXX. It's been five or six years since our town even had the 708 area code, but I dial the numbers anyway. I'm so amazed. I never thought I would see him again. I'd kind of forgotten about him. I'm befuddled by it. I'm actually a little excited. I was on a little adrenaline rush the entire rest of the night. So many things to catch up on. We talked a little, saying all the tiny things that stuck with us, but I was on a mission so I couldn't talk long. It's so cool. I've talked to the guy a little before this, but not really. Not in any way that's significant. And now, suddenly, he's long-lost and back again. I'm not sure if I've ever had anything like this happen before. It'll be interesting to see how we relate now. Just from saying hi in the halls, we were already kind of becoming friends. I saw him after school and spent a minute or two chatting in the halls that day. He seems like a friendly guy. I really wonder how he's changed. He actually seems to be pretty much like I remember, but with more self-confidence and a more assured sense of self. Can fourth graders have real identities?
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