hail CHS
So Saturday is my ten year high school reunion. I used to get excited about that sort of thing, but I kind of dread it now.
I can think of two reasons. First, the planning of said reunion was kind of dumped in my lap at one point and we had to cancel it a couple of months ago since no one was sending in their money and I’m not rich/generous enough to pay for it myself. By the time we canceled it, it had become such a source of stress in the planning committee’s lives that the novelty had kinda wore off. But then some other classmates picked up where we left off, and planned a reunion at a local bar that was basically an informal get-together where everyone paid their own way. Maybe it’s because I just escaped moved from there, but I’m not thrilled about having to hang out in a college bar in the college bar district. Kinda got over that after college, and nothing will make you feel older quicker than seeing people wearing Class of ‘11 t-shirts. Then the bouncer will look at your ID and be all “Dang! You were born in the seventies?” And I’m all “Yeah. Bite me, school boy.”
Second, I’m pretty much over high school. I wasn’t one of those people who absolutely hated high school and was tortured all the time (that was junior high). Although that’s surprising considering I was a teenager wearing clothes from a Chadwick catalog. I might as well have shopped at Chico’s.
I just found it to be way too “The Hills” for me, and I was happy to move on. College was great because, even though I was still in the same town, it was all new people. I didn’t carry the baggage of having people pigeon-hole me because they’d known me since I was six.
Anywho, I’m sure that I will end up having a good time. If not, hubby and I can peace out and maybe try again in five years.
June 6th, 2008 at 7:17 am
I’ve never gone to a single class reunion. I didn’t really like those people then. I assume I’d like them less now. And vice versa.
June 6th, 2008 at 7:20 am
PS. I am TOTALLY in the middle of writing a post about Class of ‘11 right now. That is weird.
I suspect you got your husband to hack into my blog to steal all my ideas. Then you realized they were all crap. I could have just told you that if you’d asked and save you the time.
June 6th, 2008 at 9:41 am
But, you could come back and be the “famous” classmate and show off your ridiculously cute kid with the kitten armpits - that is if you have any classmates who know what a blog is.
P.S. I totally did steal your ideas. I didn’t think you’d notice since I haven’t seen you on here in so long. I thought you broke up with me.
June 6th, 2008 at 7:52 pm
Blow off the issues, have a Margarita and just have fun. I still do reunions, and I am finding that I actually like some of those people; especially if I only have to see them once every ten years. By the way, for those that go: no one really wants to see photos of your kids or grandkids. They are just being polite<
June 7th, 2008 at 12:42 am
Oh my, you look so pretty in your highschool pic!!!
June 9th, 2008 at 12:18 am
Oldguy: Thank you for the advice. I’m glad that I went; I had a good time. I think hubby had a better time than I did. He enjoyed talking to all the people he didn’t know and making them think he went to high school with us.
Melissa: Aww! Thanks!
June 9th, 2008 at 12:25 am
I was 7 months pregnant with my second child for my 10 year so I couldn’t even have a drink to loosen up. I was surprised at how many people looked just like they did on prom night. 1989.
June 9th, 2008 at 10:41 am
Tootsie: Some people looked pretty much the same, but others…well…let’s just say I wish we would’ve had name tags.