Time traveler

I've had a bad case of jet lag.

Traveling back in time takes a toll.

It was exhausting...all those times

I had to repeat myself

when someone said, "Huh?"

And all the listening I had to do

when it was me saying, "Huh?"

Most people had changed quite a bit in 50 years.

But a few had changed hardly at all.

Many classmates were unable to attend.

Others, sadly, had passed on.

There were lots of stories,

and a few tales of our teachers:

the typing teacher who was

like a drill sergeant and

the tall, willowy French teacher who was

the subject of boys' fantasies.

There were a few pot bellies

and a scattering of bald heads.

Gray hair had replaced blonde and brunette.

There was even a wrinkle or two.

We'd spread out all over the country

and followed different paths in life.

But there was one thing we still had in common:

we hadn't forgotten how to party.

At 10:30 we shut the place down...