My name is Patricia Law, and I am a classmate of your son, Mike.
"I was a seminary classmate of Gene Robinson's," he says.
"When I was a student, my classmates dreamed of curing cancer, unifying field theory or flying to Mars.
"Even when I was a little kid, while classmates were reading 'Treasure Island' I was reading The New York Times Almanac".
Her blog gives a frank perspective of civilian life during the conflict: "We reached school, the first thing I saw was a classmate crying, I hurried asking what happened and she told me "I saw him dying there!
But then when I was a senior, I had two classmates who invited me to their homes for seders.
From the time I was a kid, when my white classmates made fun of me as "ABC" — "America's Blackest Child" — the beast of rage against The Man has gnawed at my soul.
And so, um, you know, during that undergrad research, one of the people that I interviewed, um, was a classmate of mine who had given birth before she came to Spelman as a teenager.
When I got up there was a classmate in front of me.
He was a classmate so I had spoken with him before, but mostly I just knew him as a nice quiet guy who was married with a newborn daughter, whose MBA was being sponsored by the army.
"I wrote them a letter about two years ago and said I'm a portrait painter, I'm an alum, and the president and I were classmates".
