I graduated in 1991. When I graduated, I happily walked away from the people who tormented me for so many years, with no intention of fake hob-knobbing with them again.
My best friend was really excited about going to the 10 year reunion. I decided that we would go and find out that hopefully, people grew up.
They hadn't. I only had one person really actually stop to talk to me. There were a few comments in passing, but I didn't find that the folks that I graduated with had changed all that much.
They were a little heavier.
They were a little leather-like.
Their attitude in life was the same, though.
My best friend has been so excited about the reunion. About three years ago, when they began planning the reunion, she e-mailed that I needed to get onto Facebook and hook up with their page (or whatever you call it.)
No thank you.
They made fun of me because I didn't have the right clothes.
They made fun of me because I was a bit awkward.
I was a decent student and was made fun of for that.
I was an art kid and got heat for that.
The teachers liked me and there were occasions that I had a hard time because of that, as well.
I'm good with skipping the bar mixer with the other classes. I'm good with skipping the dinner and dancing with a bunch of folks who didn't care to even speak to me in the lunch room. I'm quite happy with skipping the day at the local pool that we actually have passes at, because gym was far too horrible and would I really want these people to purposely see me in a swimming suit? I mean, it isn't that bad, but I don't need them to scrutinize my body, when they already did that 20 years ago.
Can you tell that I didn't leave high school with warm fuzzies? Hubs didn't, either. He was on the MIA list and was quite thrilled with that. Can you tell that they did hurt me. I don't want to get together with a bunch of people who wouldn't give me the time of day 20-24 years ago, only to have them want to know how I am, how many kids I have, if I'm married and how many times, what I do, where do I do it, where I live, how big the house is, what I drive and so forth.
No thank you. The people who I want to know that stuff already stay in contact with me. I'm good with that.
Reunion? No thank you.
Smiles in my day:
- Seinfeld re-runs. I can't tell you how many times we'll be in a store and one of us will belt out, "Jerry? Jerry? Stick a fork in me, I'm done!" Even K-, at her earliest point of speech, would belt out the "Stick a fork in me, I done!" bit.
Have a wonderful weekend!