Wednesday, May 18, 2011

When Ten Years Still Isn't Enough

I'm old!

My ten year high school reunion is coming up this summer, and this has me less-than-thrilled.

I won't sit here and tell you that high school was hell and I never want to go back, because that's not true. For me high school was, well, fine. I learned what I was supposed to; I was involved in track and field; I sang in the choir for four years, participated in color guard, joined a few clubs. I had good friends. I didn't get invited to the crazy parties because I wasn't, no matter how much I sometimes wanted to be, one of those girls.

By senior year, I was so ready for college, where I knew I'd bloom and find my niche, but I resolved at the beginning of my last year of high school to be more involved, and be who I was. When my friends didn't want to go to dances or dress up on spirit days, I made new friends who did and would. Senior year was better, but not the grand entrance into society that I had imagined.

I can say with absolute certainty that--thank God--my high school years were not the best years of my life. So while my high school experience doesn't exactly bring back warm fuzzies, it wasn't awful either.

So here we are ten years later, and the class is planning a reunion via our class page on Facebook. Technology is a beautiful thing. Now, I wasn't sure that I wanted to go in the first place; even with my lack of all-out hatred for my high school experience, I wasn't sure if I felt like seeing a majority of my classmates so soon.

The planning started slowly. Where should it be held, everyone wondered? At some point a deposit was put down on a hotel in our hometown, and that's where the trouble started. Now some of my classmates are staging a coup and demanding that the venue be changed because our hometown is "lame", "the bars suck", and having a reunion at a hotel in downtown is "stupid."

The suggested alternative venue? An Indian casino nowhere close to where we went to school. Cabanas, pool party, free-flowing alcohol! Woo hoo! I enjoy a drunken schmooze fest as much as the next girl (I think I'm still hung-over from my bachelorette), but to me it just seems like a sad commentary on the priorities of my graduating class. "Screw the catching up on old need to do a few more shots!!!"

And now I'm reminded of exactly why I didn't want to go in the first place: people who are looking at the reunion as a drunken high school pool party (part two!) still have a lot of growing up to do. So I think I'll wait another five or ten years before getting back together with my class, because all these years of absence definitely hasn't made my heart grow fonder....

1 comment:

  1. My 10 year reunion is next year and I probably won't go. Maybe I'll go to my 15 year, but thanks to Facebook I don't really *miss* these people or wonder what they are doing.