It arrived in my email box at home over the weekend. The invitation to my 25th High School Reunion.
I’ve never been to any of my high school reunions. I’ve always had some lame excuse, but this time I’m going and dragging Hubby along (kicking and screaming if I have to!).
I admit that some of the appeal of going to my 25th reunion is to see how badly some of my classmates have aged. (Yes, I’m that superficial.) Are the pretty girls still pretty? Is the guy I had a major crush on in high school still gorgeous? Did he marry a supermodel? How did the old boyfriends turn out? Now, I’ll admit that I’ve got the gray hair, extra pounds, and wrinkles that you’d expect on someone my age. I want to see if they all have them, too. And I want to show off the Hubby. I want everyone to see that I DIDN’T marry the high school boyfriend. (Long story, not a happy ending. Remind me to write about it later.) Now I have to lose 10 lbs in 5 months. I have to find something decent to wear. I have to convince Hubby that he really wants to spend the day with people he doesn’t know and will probably never see again.
But I’m really curious about why I’m so excited about this reunion. I wasn’t one of the cool kids – wasn’t a jock, or a stoner, or popular. In a graduating class of over 300 kids, I was just part of the background. Somebody’s friend, somebody’s girlfriend, somebody’s sister. Never particularly stood out in my own light. I didn’t have much to do with most of these people when I was in high school and I’m wondering why it’s important for me to see how life turned out for them. Is it because I’m getting older and starting to realize how important connections to your childhood really are? Is it because I’m a sick person the wants to see that the cool kids and the jocks really did turn out to be normal like the rest of us? I don’t feel like I’m old enough to be going to a 25 year high school reunion and I wonder if they feel that way too. Where did the time go?
Only 148 days till I find out the answers . . .