Nancy Mize:  

Hi Friends from Colegio! For the computer challenged this website is hard to maneuver. So please bear with me if you are a wizard because I am not! What do I remember about Colegio? I remember my first day of school. November, 1966. My mom took me to the bus stop in Las Mercedes and I was wearing a green wool plaid skirt and green mohair knee socks. How do I remember that little detail? Because the first person I met on the bus was Rafael Loreto. And he told me my knee socks were funny. I moved to Caracas from San Francisco where it was cold a lot so all I had were wool clothes. Didn't take me long to adapt to sandals and sleevelss dresses! My first year at Colegio was miserable. I was so homesick and so culture-shocked. But by the end of the school year, after I had finally caught up in Geometry and learned enough Spanish to keep Jackie Tucker from making say stupid things trying to be "helpful," I got involved in school politics, got in trouble with the transportation director because of my articles in the school paper, I began to find myself and love living in Caracas. I didn't want to leave when I went home to the States for the summer. That was the summer of the Earthquake. I was glad to have missed it in some ways, but it was also the biggest marker of time for all of us so in that way it was hard not to be a direct participant. (I've been in enough tragic devestations to know it's better not to be there.) Anyway, my Junior year I met the Lord at Camp Machado, which changed my life and my direction. My Senior year I was president of my class ('69) and very very sad to leave Caracas knowing that coming home after that was only for visits. My senior year was filled with fun times and great friends and it's for those reasons I want to reconnect. I've seen a few of you since and each time I do the memories come flooding back like it was yesterday. L...Expand for more