From: Elizabeth Marsh [ElizabethM@tacit.com]
Sent: Friday, March 30, 2001 12:30 AM
To: 'palmer.stevens@enterpriseintegrators.com'
Subject: Te Vega
What a long, strange road it's been (sorry Bob/Jerry).
I was on Te Vega in the Mediterranean 79-80 - 2nd-to-youngest on the ships.
Twelve years old and too young to appreciate where I was (standing in the
Coliseum rather than reading about it in some tattered history book); too
immature to be in sync with the rest of you (all I remember is being told
for 9 months "You're sooooo immature!" - and I was - I was 12 years old and
was supposed to be immature!!). I went home very changed and unable to
adapt to 8th grade - future friendships were with folks 4-5 years older than
I.
Anyway, the 4th R has been on my mind as of late and I did a search (which
came up blank), but then realized I should hone my search to "Flint School"
-- imagine my surprise when I realized that an entire FS community existed!
You know what's stuck with me all these years? "Never from -- always to".
Funny which things stick and which things don't.
I'm writing to you here, now, because a) I can't figure out how to connect
with the "free thinkers" group, and b) because I remember you. Curious what
I remember? I remember you being...well...strange.... But then again, I was
strange!! What I don't remember? Mostly anything during my time afloat.
I remember being a nobody...an angry, soon-to-be adolescent. I remember
feeling inferior to everyone, everything. I remember my best friends on
board, Dirk Jabin and Joe Torneo -- and how both were "vanished" one day
without a word. I remember feeling humiliated because I wanted
attention....craved attention... and yet offered nothing that would demand
or sustain attention.
I remember condoms afloat in some waterway; I remember my roommate Tina
cheating off my math homework. I remember George and Betty and Candy, and
thinking "How strange is this relationship". I remember feeling as if the
entire year was based on "Do as I say, not as I do."
I remember you as a brooding, ultra smart, strange bird who kept coming back
for more. Was your experience good or bad? Indifferent, unsubstantial,
turbulent...or a great, enlightening, never to be replicated adventure in
your life that you wouldn't want to miss for the world?
Enough for now -- more later. Elizabeth Marsh
PS - here's a recent photos of moi (I'm the brunette):
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