I knew it was coming. You know how that internal clock tells you that time has passed. It's time...and it came in the mail...the announcement for my 25th high school reunion.
I've never been to a reunion. When the 10th one came, life hadn't moved forward enough to even go. I had just finished college not long before, had only been married 1 year, and had just started my career. There wasn't much to say at that point. Then when the 20th came, my daughter's birthday was that weekend - not even a chance of going. But now for number 25 - I actually feel like going! Not a strong urge, just a curiosity mostly.
It wasn't that I didn't like high school. But come on, high school...I was awkward, unsure of myself, looking for...something. I went to a private Catholic high school. My parents scrimped, saved, and budgeted to send me there. My mother thought it would be safer than public high school. But we were very middle class. I didn't drive a Mercedes or a BMW to school. I had a 79 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme that I got to drive on Fridays in my senior year. Many kids were from wealthy homes. And yeah, I felt like I didn't quite fit in.
I liked college so much better. I feel like I finally became myself in college. I liked myself in college - and still do! I met great people in college, and those were the friends that I have stayed in touch with. Honestly, I haven't stayed in touch with anyone from high school.
So, I'm not even sure what to expect. Do they give you a name tag with your senior picture on it to wear? Do they make you stand up and tell everyone what you've been doing the last 25 years? Will everyone be fat and bald? (I secretly hope so - especially those girls I thought were really "bitchy" - fat, not bald, although if they were bald too it might be more entertaining!)
Well, I've committed to going - sent my check in and everything! Hubby has agreed to go - I know he'll be polite. I'll let you know how it goes!
But please, tell me, did you go to your reunions? Glad you went? Will you ever go again?
Hmmmm....went to the 10th and haven't since. Music was SO LOUD THAT YOU COULD NOT TALK TO OTHER PEOPLE UNLESS YOU SPOKE DIRECTLY IN THEIR EAR. HUBS DID NOT HAVE FUN. I CHATTED WITH PEOPLE I DIDN'T THINK I WOULD WHILE SPEAKING DIRECTLY IN THEIR EARS. I WOULD GO - MAYBE - TO THE 30TH.
ReplyDeleteOh yeah, I'm not there anymore. I can quit shouting. I hope you have fun.
Didn't go to my 10 year...I was 9 months pregnant and felt more fat than "glowing."
ReplyDeleteYou'll have fun, and you can talk about your blog, your running and your writing! You are very talented and I like your writing style. I look forward to your posts.
When is the reunion?