Reunion
“Stacey - Hi. I am bad at these yearbook writing things and that sucks cause reading this is how you’ll remember me. I wish I learned to write better in UCONN English. Oh well, maybe college. But it’s been great knowing you for 4 years. You’ve always been a good friend and I will always remember you. I wish you luck in everything forever and ever. C-ya.”
Oh yes, it’s that dreaded time. I just got an invitation to my ten year reunion. Ack! When did I get so damn old?
“Stacey - Thanks for helping me get a good grade on our project. The best of luck to you in the future.”
No wonder I’m suddenly picking up all these friends on Facebook. And here I thought I miraculously got popular.
“Stacey - Calculus is over forever! Have a great time in college, but don’t forget to study - right?”
Seriously, am I even going to remember these people? It’s not like I had a huge social circle in high school. Would any of them remember me?
“Stacey: Are you sure Karl wouldn’t be a great mate? Think of the offspring! I’d love to teach them! I can only hope you both enjoyed yourself and took some Spanish out of here (B217). The best to you in what you’re about to make happen.”
Oh God, do the teachers come to these things? They must all expect me to be running some Fortune 500 company by now. Dammit. Why couldn’t I have invented MySpace?
“Stacey, remember, life doesn’t stop after high school. Keep it up . . . you’re gonna be somebody.”
Wait a minute. I hated high school. Everyone thought I was the biggest geek ever. Even my friends thought I was a dork. I had to go to the junior prom with our neighbor’s son. I didn’t find a date to the senior semiformal. High school was one of the worst experiences of my life.
“Stacey, hey, you were allway a cool chic. I’ll always look to you! You’re an awsome student! Good Luck in college, even though you don’t need it.”
What if I’m attacked by an assassin by my old locker and have to kill him with a pen? Just cause I saw it in a movie doesn’t mean I’m prepared for it. And you can never be too careful.
“Stacey, I will not trade report cards with you, I don’t care if you beg me!”
Is there a real reason to go to these things? Besides wanting to see if the cheerleaders got fat? Will there be an open bar?
“Stacey - Congratulations - you made it. I wish you the best of luck in all that you do forever. Always be yourself and success is sure to find you. St. Joe’s is waiting for you - hopefully it will still be standing when you leave!!!”
Well, if high school reunions are anything like yearbook messages, everyone will be all nostalgic and way nicer to me than they ever pretended to be in the hallways back in our teens. Oh . . . and they’ll say “forever” a lot.
Somehow I’m still not convinced it’s a good idea. I’d like to phone a friend.
Have you attended any of your high school reunions? What did you think of the experience?
I’ve never been to a reunion. It helps that I dont live in the same state anymore! I am cracking up at your yearbook stuff. I recently read some of mine and was totally cracking up.
I went to my 10 year…and all of the cliques in high school? Were all the same. Other than flashing pics of kids and talking about careers, or having added on a few extra pounds, everyone seemed the EXACT SAME. Oh, except for one…he was the biggest pot-head in school, and at the reunion I found out that he’d gone into law enforcement…HA!
I haven’t gone to any others, but I’m considering going to my 25 which will be next summer. Yikes.
I loved my ten year reunion. This came as a really big surprise. I did write about it: http://maleesha.wordpress.com/2008/02/27/ten-year-reunion-2/ but I don’t remember what I said. I do know that a lot of people I wished to see did not go. People seemed pretty nervous at first, but only a couple of hours in and it was great. I think the next one will be better because I think more of the people I want to see will be brave and go. I’d recommend going…it can’t hurt, and the worst that can happen is that you will get some totally awesome blog material.
Some of the cliques were the same but they weren’t as cliquey. There were some fun surprises. Rent Romy and Michelle and Grosse Pointe Blank to get you psyched up. Go! Go!
p.s. I HATED high school.
I didn’t go to my 10, I was 7.5 months pregnant & living in a different state. My 15 is coming up, I’m soo older then you and I’m not sure I want to go. At least you have a date. 
I think most people hated high school to some extent.
I went to my 10 year and was glad that I did. It was funny how many people looked worse with age, especially those that were popular or better looking back then. I was also surprised by how many people hadn’t really done all that much with their lives.
I would recommend you go for no other reason that it should be interesting and probably a laugh. And I totally have to go read my yearbook comments now!
MotherMe, I’d kinda rather go to Times Square on New Year’s Eve.
SOTJ, the sad thing is those are something like half the comments in my yearbook. I have tons of blank signature pages. Clearly I was the most popular girl in school.
Jewelz, all the same cliques, eh? That’s not very encouraging.
Maleesha, you make a good point. I’m sure it would be excellent blog fodder.
Mollie, I have a date if it’s not drill weekend. And if I go. Which I haven’t decided yet.
180/360, I am, fortunately, getting better looking with age. (Go me!) Unfortunately, I feel like one of those people that haven’t done much with my life. Hmmmmm. Think I can get a book deal before November?
I went to my 10. I feel the same way about that as I do about having gone to Times Square for New Year’s Eve: Glad I went. Never going again.