This weekend is my twentieth high school reunion. I am not sure how it happened that I find myself in this situation since I feel like I am only about twenty-nine, maybe thirty, but certainly not the almost forty year old woman I truly am. I have not attended any other high school reunions and figured, why the hell not give it a go. So this weekend I will pack up the kids and head up to my parents house, revisiting my small hometown and many of my fellow graduates from the class of 1992. Husband will be at the Reno air races, a yearly trip he takes with a friend of his, so he will avoid having to stand next to me all weekend while I internally freak out. I am sure for this he is quite relived.
I have what I hope are the usual hang ups, feelings of social inadequacy, and awkwardness others have before such events. I was in no way considered a part of the cool kids in school nor did I hang out with the jocks. I had my own close knit group of friends as well as connected with several people from the various “groups” that floated around school. I have kept in touch with only a few of my classmates over the years so it will be interesting to see how the passage of time has changed the people behind those faces staring out at me from my senior yearbook.
I am not sure what to expect but whatever comes of it I think I will be glad that I went rather than risk having regrets that I did not attend.
Even if I do end up looking like Molly.
- Why I’m not going to my 30th high school reunion (notesfromthefunnyfarm.wordpress.com)
- The Kidd Vs. 10 YEARS (aintitcool.com)
- The Reunion Ritual (thenarcissisticanthropologist.com)
- A High School class celebrates reunion with home dedication (taishalwalker.com)