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Nine Reasons I’m Glad I Went To My High School Reunion

Those of you paying attention to my concerns about attending my high school reunion know I was a little apprehensive. Annoyingly so. Was I too goofy? What will we talk about? Will they even remember me?

If you are considering your own reunion, here are the answers to those questions.

• Yes, I was too goofy, but not any more than anyone else.

• We talked non-stop. About everything. Never a lull in any conversation.

• Yes, they remembered me. Most of them.

So, here, in no particular order are some reasons I’m glad I went ….

1. Seeing the ”˜sudden’ transformation (for me, anyway) of these goofy 16-year-olds into astrophysicists, doctors, professors and doting grandparents.

2. Knowing I made the right choice in leaving the restrictive undergarments at home. After all, anybody who loved you when you were 16 and gangly is bound to love you when you’re 48 and less so.

3. Finding out that some of my pals live and work very near my house.

4. Drinking great beer. (It was held at a brew pub, after all.)

5. Realizing that thirty years really doesn’t change people. We may do different jobs, live in different places, and have thinning and/or graying hair, but fundamentally my high school friends are still folks I want to hang out with.

6. Laughing over old photos, old hairdos, old fashions … but referring to them as “vintage.”

7. So many more Facebook friends!

8. Hearing funny, embarrassing, sometimes tragic stories I hadn’t known before.

9. None of which were about me.

What’s your favorite memory from high school?

Countdown to Reunion

In just a few short hours I leave for my 30th high school reunion. I wrote about it when I heard it was being planned and again a few days later because clearly, I’m quite needy.

Still a bit apprehensive in ways I can’t exactly put my finger on.

I loved everything about high school and despite my crooked teeth and uber-awkwardness, I had a ball.

My friends included cool kids, cheerleaders, crazy-smart geeks, freaks and band nerds even though I was none of those things. I don’t know if that made me inclusive and progressive, or just clueless and desperate.

Let’s go with that first thing.

I loved them all and when I moved to Arizona during my junior year, I mourned my loss. And for those of you who’ve never lived without cell phones and email, let me tell you, it’s an abrupt loss. Complete lack of contact. I may as well have moved to the moon.

I guess what worries me is that they’ve meant more to me all these years than I’ve meant to them. Do they ever think of me and all the good times we had? Am I included in the recollections of their excellent adventures? Or am I a blurry presence at the edge of a distant memory?

But more importantly, do I hide this extra eight-and-a-half pounds with Spanx or do I, literally, let it all hang out?

PS – Here’s how it went.

Reunion Chatter

Recently we discussed whether I should attend my 30th high school reunion.

I think I’ve decided to go.

But that creates another problem. What does one say to people one hasn’t seen in 30 years?

Do I mention how nicely their acne cleared up?

Do I ask who finally talked them out of their unfortunate hairstyle?

Do I remind them of the hilarious story of when they beat me up in the girl’s restroom?

How many times will I be forced to say, “No, that wasn’t me, but I did get suspended for it.”

Do I say, “So, what have you been doing for the last 30 years?” and then set the timer for three minutes? After all, we had a big class … I wouldn’t want to leave anyone out.

What about the guys I had a crush on? Do I calmly tell them so, or do I fling myself across the room, arms and legs holding them vice-like, sobbing, “Finally!! I’ve waited all these years!! Will you PLEASE sit with me at Fargo’s Pizza?! Upstairs?! Where all the cool kids sit?!”

I’m really at a loss. What is proper reunion behavior?

Oh snap! I just had a brainstorm! I’ll wear somebody else’s nametag! Duh.

What would you say to someone you haven’t seen in 30 years?