Connecting Dots

Irony [ahy-ruh-nee] -noun- an outcome of events contrary to what was, or might have been, expected.

My sophomore year of college, I had a German teacher who was really unconventional. He was incredibly laid back, in his mid-twenties, and since he was actually still an undergraduate himself, he became buddies with most of his students. He was this crazy ska trombone player, and I always had a lot of fun in his class. He’d do things like invite all of his students over to his house to have German-style dinners with him and his wife (who was equally as cool) and watch the nutty videos he and his brothers made when they were kids. One day after class he drove me and a couple other students home from campus. When I was the last one left in the car, he and I got into a conversation as we drove to my apartment. I don’t remember exactly what we were talking about… it must have been something like my philosophy on dating. Surely I made some comment peppered with feminism, because he laughed as he concluded decisively, “Man Kelly, you’re never going to get a guy to marry you.” We chuckled at my desperate plight as I climbed out of the car.


One day after Bryant and I were engaged, he was telling me about a random road trip he took in high school with a couple of friends, including this crazy trombone player who was a ska purist. I sat amazed as the dots connected. My zany German teacher, who had pegged me as a life-long celibate, probably had no idea that I was about to marry an old high school buddy of his. Weird how these things work out, huh? ;)

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