Last night I went to my High School Reunion. Yes, I’ve been out of High School for twenty years, but I still don’t believe that it is possible. Since there isn’t a video clip for 20, this will have to do.
Just play it twice. I guess and that will equal twenty.
It was kind of small since most people didn’t bring their spouses or significant others (mostly due to the need of baby sitters) but it was nice. I feel a bit bad for most of the spouses since they looked so board while we milled around catching up. Hubby stayed home too and would have been one of the board ones if he had gone too.
My graduating class was small, about 100 kids walked at graduation twenty years ago and about 1/4 of them showed up. There were a lot of people I wish had shown up but I respect their decision to not attend. I chat with them on Facebook anyway but it would have been nice to see them in the real world. (I know I can meet up with most of them another time, but sometimes coordinating schedules is a challenge.) It was interesting that most of those who were there, I was able to recognize right away and not just from stalking them on Facebook. We’ve all aged but we are still pretty much the same looking people since we walked (or ran) out of school after graduation.
Previous reunions, I wanted to make my life sound amazing. This time, I didn’t feel this need because (warts and all) my life is amazing. Since I saw the bulk of them, I’ve published a book (Fire and Ice) and about to publish Second Chances: A New Star. My kids and husband are awesome plus I have the most amazing job. What more could I really ask for? There was no need to try to impress them because I really am content with my life and how it is shaping. By the next reunion, and we seem to have them every five years, I hope to have at least two more novels published, if not more.
Sure, a lot of the same dynamics were there. But I think the fact that knowing each other and not really seeing many of my former classmates over the years, some I’ve known since Kindergarten, gives us an anchor to those few years we were subjected to our mandatory education. When we were young and full of ambition. They are the people who we daydreamed about what amazing things we were going to do with our lives once we were unleashed into the “real world”. Back in the days of High School, I wanted to be an astronaut. Heck, I still want to be an astronaut. I can still be one if I hit the lottery and buy a ticket. I had drive and purpose even back then. Life changes things and who knows what my life would be like if I had become an astronaut, if that was even possible with basically shutting down NASA’s astronaut program. Becoming a Mom, a wife, a sports massage therapist and author has been a crazy and amazing journey. The best thing about being an author is I can still become an astronaut as I live vicariously though my characters and their story lines. (Yes, I do have a story about a woman astronaut that may or may not see the light of day.)
Knowing that there are people who are in the same boat as I am and thinking “how could it be twenty years already”? If anything, that’s the one thing we still all have in common and will have for life. Class of 1993, thanks for helping me begin to shape the person I am today.
(P.S. I got a hug from my High School crush – and everyone else too. The 14 year old me squeed and gave me a mental high five.)