But this is how it started. An almost aching for what could have been\u00e2\u20ac\u201dif I could have been less shy and more open as an undergraduate. If I didn’t let some judgments get in the way and if I didn’t spend most of my time overanalyzing than doing. I longed for what could be and that drew me to the event. And in some way, I admit that I wanted people to see who I was now than who I was then.<\/p>\n
But was it a regret? As I worked with the committee to contact everyone<\/i> for the reunion, I came across those who had misgivings about their job. And there were people who didn’t want to see others. The grudges, the embarrassments, the shame, the guilt.<\/p>\n
Being known as the super-quiet, awkward one during my first few years of Rescomp, I wondered how perceptions of me have changed. It was a self-centered thought really. At the event, I saw my former supervisor come in with his girlfriend and dog. “Hi…” he hesitantly said, seeming surprised to see me managing the welcome table.<\/p>\n
I smiled and said, “Haven’t seen you for awhile!”<\/p>\n
During the toast, I suddenly wanted to retreat back to my super-quiet self. When they called the committee to the front, I tried to hide behind the speaker, nervously picking at my strawberry cupcake. But Chris who had yelled “HEY RESCOMP!” and people now attentive yelled back, “Hey taiche!” as if they had known him forever.<\/p>\n
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