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Reports of my death are premature

Yesterday, an online site that keeps track of 1978 Novi High School graduates had me classified as dead. Or more diplomatically, one whose name could be found in the “In Memory” column. Prior to that, I had been categorized as “Missing”.

Heaven knows how long I’d been missing. But fortunately, I had only been dead an hour or two before the webmaster brought me back from the dark, scary world beyond after I assured her I was indeed alive and bitching.

I guess it’s par for the course (excuse the cliche). I only attended Novi High School for a year and a quarter. Yep, not a year and a HALF, or two years, or my entire life. A year and a quarter. Who transfers high schools three quarters of the way through their junior year?

Meeeee.

Twasn’t my choice. More an economic one. Made by my mom, a divorced, single parent who’d found a great deal on a condo in Novi (Michigan), one so great she couldn’t pass it up on her single-mom salary. And thus we – my mom, two siblings and me – moved from a rental town home in Dearborn (Michigan), where I attended Edsel Ford High School and had lots of friends – at least I’d liked to think – to a three bedroom condominium in Novi. (It’s tough to make friends three-quarters of the way through your junior year.)

Boo-hoo.

Yep, I’m still scarred.

And now? They, the collectors of information on the class of 1978, thought I was dead. Talk about rubbing salt in the wound, excuse the cliche.

Let me prove the ways in which I’m not.

1. I’m writing this blog post.
2. The dryer buzzer just went off.
3. Excuse me while this very alive person moseys over to the laundry room to fold laundry.
4. I just finished folding the laundry. Therefore I’m not dead.
5. I’m hungry and I know it.
6. I might eat more chocolate.
7. No, I WILL eat more chocolate.
8. I’m almost done reading the second Hunger Games book, Catching Fire.
9. Dead people don’t read.
10. I recorded four; no, five; no, four, House Hunter episodes I may or may not watch later tonight. Because I will be alive.
11. I’m on Facebook.

I think that pretty much proves my body and soul haven’t left this sweet, sweet earth.

Have you ever been misclassified as dead? Huh? Can’t wait to see what you have to share.

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July 6, 2012 - 9:11 pm

Cindy La Ferle - Pam, this is hilarious, but I am seriously glad you are NOT dead!!

July 6, 2012 - 9:30 pm

Pam Houghton - So am I! Thanks for reading. 🙂

July 7, 2012 - 5:10 pm

Claudia - Welcome back…..we’re glad you made it 🙂

July 7, 2012 - 5:18 pm

Pam Houghton - Heeey, thanks, Claudia! It was quite the journey! 🙂

July 7, 2012 - 5:44 pm

Claudia - Did your sis tell you the story of how I came to say your name, out loud, since proabably ….1978?

July 7, 2012 - 7:44 pm

Pam Houghton - Yes, in the frame shop, I think. Apparently, you are good friends with Trish’s boss’s wife (I think) and had had some interaction with Trish for years (maybe); then one day figured out Trish and I were sisters. Quite a coincidence! What I remember is that you won the Social Studies award at NHS, something I coveted from afar. 🙂

July 7, 2012 - 7:56 pm

Claudia - Wow, good memory…..SS flashback….yeah, I’ve known Thrish for years and one day we were talking about going to Novi (which, I didn’t know she had) and when I mentioned ’78 she said “oh, my sister was new but graduated in ’78.” Not like there were that many kids-or new ones-that year but your name came off my tongue like it had just been sitting there and waiting all this time…it was weird but cool 🙂

July 7, 2012 - 8:57 pm

Pam Houghton - That is so neat, Claudia! Glad you brought the whole story up! Thanks!

July 9, 2012 - 4:41 pm

Sharon Greenthal - I can relate to the relocation thing – although I did it at the beginning of sophomore year, it was a cross-country move and I STILL get angry when I think about it. I have never been invited to a reunion – ever. i just never connected with my classmates all that well.

July 9, 2012 - 5:33 pm

Pam Houghton - Hi Sharon – I remember reading your post on that and feeling like I could really relate. Funny, I’m Facebook ‘friends’ with some of my classmates now…they’re pretty great people but I just wasn’t at that high school long enough to develop long-term friendships with them. Ah, well…thanks for reading.

July 10, 2012 - 10:44 am

Melanie - Hi Pam.

I stumbled upon this piece through Linked In. As the title was intriguing based on Oscar Wilde’s observations, I decided to read it. I am so glad that I did! It was hilarious and reminded me of an experience when my phone started buzzing non-stop with old colleagues calling, some of whom touched upon the topic of my husband (who was just getting ready for a trip abroad)! Later, one of them confessed that they had read an obituary of someone who had the very same name as my husband and spread the word to my old colleagues. They were even getting ready to pay me a visit! When I finally got to tell my husband of it, he used the Oscar Wilde lines,”Tell them that the news of my death is highly exaggerated!” Till then, I had not seen the funny side and had been quite annoyed with everybody over this kind of speculation!

July 10, 2012 - 12:08 pm

Pam Houghton - Hi Melanie – that is a great story! Or, should I say, awful – it’s an awful story! 🙂 It did give your husband an opportunity to use that wonderful line from Oscar Wilde. Nice that he – and you – could see the humor in the situation. Thanks for reading this post and sharing your own story, Melanie – and thanks also for your kind comments!

August 2, 2012 - 5:00 pm

Eve - Hey Pam! That was hysterical! I’ve never been thought of as dead…as far as I know, but I did graduate in 1978. Not in Novi though. In North Vancouver, BC…and…Oscar Wilde is one of my favourite authors. Not that that has anything to do with what you wrote, I just saw that Melanie, above, had mentioned him…so I had to too!
Still laughing..thanks for that Pam!

August 2, 2012 - 5:33 pm

Pam Houghton - Thanks, Eve. I’ve got to get over to your blog. One of a few that actually makes me laugh out loud. Be over shortly. 🙂

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