So Happy Birthday to me. I don’t think I ever talked to the Senior Boy again after that. We had a Vietnamese foreign exchange student come to our school and he hooked up with her shortly after my birthday. They were the hot item of the school…walking hand in hand and kissing each other goodbye before class. I sulked to my classrooms for months not wanting to run into them, and not wanting to see him holding her the way he once held me. I remember feeling that I could never be so deeply hurt as this.
The cold winter winds and the snow on the ground soon melted and took me into the Spring of 1980. The seniors that I admired so much graduated and went on to bigger and better things. Senior Boy included. I watched him walk across the stage and receive his diploma. He then looked out into the audience with that childish grin of his, held his diploma high in the air as if to say, fuck Iowa. He always wanted bigger and better things, and I believe to this day, he instilled this mind set in me.