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.