Last night, for the first time, I attended my high school reunion. All the other years I had some excuse for not going. At 5 years, I was living in Seattle. At 10, I'd just had baby #4, Eric was in law school and life was crazy. At 15 and 20, I'm not sure what happened. I think by that time I might have gone, but wasn't on anyone's list since I handn't been to any of the other ones, and Facebook wasn't around, so I never got word. Anyway, this time, thanks to Facebook and my mad skills at searching the internet, I found out the details and finally made it. Of course, it was great fun. I talked myself hoarse, recognized lots of people instantly, recognized others after checking their nametag, wished that others who weren't there had been, and was astonished when the evening was gone and it was time to go home. It was so sweet to talk with friends after so long and still find things in common; the conversation flowed quickly and comfortably. I didn't even get to say hi to everyone that I meant to. Considering how hard it is for me to be in crowds and think of things to say, that is significant for me. Sadly, at that time in my life I had such a skewed perspective of myself, and because I'm sometimes too deep a thinker, I often dismiss high school as a somewhat unhappy time. I think I dwell too much on my mistakes. The better perspective is that I did a lot of good things like music and sports and plays and such, and I managed to hang onto to some very, very high quality friends. I really liked being among these high school peers and just smiling the whole time.
Last night, for the first time, I attended my high school reunion. All the other years I had some excuse for not going. At 5 years, I was living in Seattle. At 10, I'd just had baby #4, Eric was in law school and life was crazy. At 15 and 20, I'm not sure what happened. I think by that time I might have gone, but wasn't on anyone's list since I handn't been to any of the other ones, and Facebook wasn't around, so I never got word. Anyway, this time, thanks to Facebook and my mad skills at searching the internet, I found out the details and finally made it. Of course, it was great fun. I talked myself hoarse, recognized lots of people instantly, recognized others after checking their nametag, wished that others who weren't there had been, and was astonished when the evening was gone and it was time to go home. It was so sweet to talk with friends after so long and still find things in common; the conversation flowed quickly and comfortably. I didn't even get to say hi to everyone that I meant to. Considering how hard it is for me to be in crowds and think of things to say, that is significant for me. Sadly, at that time in my life I had such a skewed perspective of myself, and because I'm sometimes too deep a thinker, I often dismiss high school as a somewhat unhappy time. I think I dwell too much on my mistakes. The better perspective is that I did a lot of good things like music and sports and plays and such, and I managed to hang onto to some very, very high quality friends. I really liked being among these high school peers and just smiling the whole time.
How cool to get to go, I would love to attend one of my reunions, but alas, I am no where near home. :-) So glad you had fun
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you have fun. I've never been to one of mine either. I think it might take me 20 years to emotionally prepare myself for that. My bigger fear is of going with Rob to one of his reunions.
ReplyDeletewhat you said about your thoughts of high school are very much like mine. so there's hope for me yet? so glad you went and had such a great time!
ReplyDeleteI am so glad you had a fun time.
ReplyDeleteFun! I am afraid. I am here now, and have no more excuses for not going to one. But I guess I should. You have given me hope.
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