I’ve been invited to my high school reunion via Classmates.com. I’ve never been invited before, but I’m sure that’s because they haven’t had one previously. Yeah, that’s it.
Wasson High School, Colorado Springs, CO 1979. Class motto, the rallying cry for the mediocre ””“You’ll do fine, 79!” I guess adding “Quit your belly-aching” was too long for the banner.
Should I go? Wait. Before you answer, there are some things you should know.
First, I didn’t graduate from Wasson. I moved to Arizona halfway through my junior year, but I’ve known these people since at least 7th grade.
Second, this is what I looked like in 9th grade …
Is that really something that people need to be reminded of?! Really?!
And here I am in the Highland Pipers, the, ahem, elite East Junior High choir. The girls wore long velvet skirts. The other, lesser voices, were relegated to cotton, possibly burlap or rags, but my memory might be fuzzy. See me? Tallest one in the front row. I hit 5’7″ in 5th grade, cementing my place as the towering center of our basketball team when we won the city championship. Haven’t grown or done anything nearly as exciting or worthwhile since.
So what do you think …should I go to my 30th high school reunion?