A Santa Margarita mini-Reunion

Some of you may know that I was raised Catholic, and attended a Catholic high school. Most of you probably know that I have not considered myself Catholic in several years.

Earlier this week, I was wasting some time on Facebook. I discovered that a couple of people I knew in high school are living in New Orleans. I met three of them for drinks. Josie went to Loyola New Orleans, and is heading back for an MBA. Laurie Ellen is a 3L at Tulane. Ashley just finished a tour of duty here with Teach for America, and now works for a public-defender type office. The one I didn't meet is Bridget; I think she's here for an MBA at Tulane.

None of us knew each other particularly well in high school. We all sort of knew each other; I'm pretty sure I shared at least one class with each of them. So I was a little nervous about how we would get along. That was completely unfounded. We all relaxed very quickly and just hung out all night. It reminded me of the things I liked about my high school: an intellectual vibe similar to that at UofC, and the need need for social activism. I think that reflects some of the few things I like about the Church: it fosters an environment of study, and insists that we must do good works.

We stopped and wondered at one point about the probability of the situation. I've though about it a little bit, but not thoroughly. There were 420 students in our graduating class. 5 of us are now living in New Orleans. I imagine that it's reasonably likely, but there are a lot of mitigating factors that are hard to keep track of.