Blast from the Past
I went to my high school reunion last weekend. Was it my 5 year, my 10 year, you ask? No, I’m 8 years out of high school (Let’s Go West High’97!). My school, Norman County West High (Go Panthers!), in northern MN was so small (my class had 24 kids, the whole school grades 7-12 had about 200 kids) that every 5 years they have an “All School Reunion” where everyone who ever went to school there is invited back. I swear- they had 3 people from the class of 1933 stand up for a round of applause.
So here I am, 8 years out of high school, graduated from college, real job, house, just married to the best man in the world- why not go back and brag and see how much better I am than everyone else? Just kidding, just kidding!! I keep in contact with 2 good friends from high school and loosely with maybe a half dozen more, so I wondered what happened to everybody else.
I went, I saw, I conquered! OK, actually, I went, chatted with the others that showed up, looked at the old year book and prophecy, gossiped about the people who weren’t there, drank like the old days, saw a bunch of people I didn’t know, walked around town, checked out the school. The most fun was looking at the yearbook with my classmates and catching up. The least fun was the hangover Sunday morning. ;)
I’m glad I went. I’m glad my hubby came with. I’m glad I got to talk to and see so many folks. I had a good time. Will I go again? Dunno. I think now I’ve been there, done that.
What are your thoughts on reunions?