Just a little PSA for any fellow Bingham High School alumni who may be reading: the Class of ’87 Twenty-Year Reunion is now only one month away. Details here.
I know many people, perhaps even most people, look back on their high school days with a mixture of disgust, embarrassment, unforgotten hurts, and lingering regrets, assuming that they look back at them at all and haven’t long since dealt with it all in therapy and moved on with their lives like normal, well-adjusted grown-ups. I, however, am a sentimentalist and a nostalgic (in case you haven’t noticed), and the twisted, incredible truth is that I enjoyed my time in high school. Oh, I had my fair share of teenage angst and difficulties — trouble with girls and bullies and self-confidence and all the other crap you see in cynical, darkly funny movies written by tragically ironic hipster types who smoke too much — but I also had good friends (most of whom I still see or hear from occasionally) and a cool car, and I emerged from the ’80s with a lot of fond memories.
All of which means that, even though I have yet to formally decide whether or not I’m going to my reunion, the odds are very, very good that I’ll be there on September 8th. How about you?
Only if you decide to go… 😛
Well, that’s pretty obvious, hon. Unless you wanted to be your brother’s date, of course! 🙂
(A note of explanation for anyone who may be scratching their heads right now: The GF’s brother was in my graduating class; she’s a couple years younger. We’ve all known each other for a very long time…)
I sat home on the evening of my 10th reunion with nothing to do, because I figured I wouldn’t know anyone at the reunion. Turns out 400+ people from a class of 530 showed up.
So I’m committing myself to attending my 20th this year (Thanksgiving weekend).
In other news, it appears that Jason and I are (almost) exactly the same age…
I went to both of the reunions my class has held so far, the five-year and ten-year, and enjoyed them quite a bit. The people who showed up weren’t in my immediate circle of friends from back in the day, but that was actually kind of nice, as it forced me to talk to people I didn’t know very well. I learned a lot of interesting things, such as the fact that I wasn’t widely perceived back then the way I always thought I was (apparently, I wasn’t such a big dork after all!), and that a lot of people I didn’t speak to in school for various reasons are actually pretty damn cool.
I hope you have as good an experience with your 20th, Brian…