My friend Jennifer briefed me of the event, and it sounds like it was for the best I wasn’t present.
I work now in high school, and I always thought that maybe high school teachers did that to relive their glory days. Au contraire, mon frere. I can think of few things less glorious than the days I spent at KR.
Now many in high school felt like they were an oddball, pretty much. And if not, they were the sparkly, shiny popular crowd. Or they were the warriors, who stood between these two groups, who were always desparately demonstrating their, their, their what…their being popular in their own minds or something.
First our location was relevant. We were in the 1980s suburban donut around Seattle. There were about 3 classes of kids. The subdivision kids of regular housing, the rich subdivision kids and the farm kids.
Running through all three of these were a wide scattering of rednecks, jocks, girls who wore too much makeup and always had perfectly coiffed hair, dorks, new wavers, the partiers, the outsiders and the delinquents.
I was a hippie in high school. I dated for way too long the ugliest boy in the school. It was a sad time. He was very hip, though, and he was good at rising above the stupid stuff in high school, and he was very respected for that. But still, he was painfully unattractive, and he was mean to his mom (relentlessly) which if I knew then what I know now, I would have never tolerated. So I don’t feel bad for that insult. He was pretty unkind to me too. I think I might have been clueless, I might still be in this area.
So the reunion, the 10 year, was a combination of guys trying to hit on ex-classmates (girls probably doing the same), drunken redneck fun, those who sought to compensate for their having been a loser saying “Look at me! Now I am an (Amway) milllionaire!” cool!
They compiled a little book. At 28, pretty much everyone’s “blurb” sounded the same. It could have been a Mad Lib. I traveled in (insert well-hoofed European destination here) and now am settled down with (insert name) and have (insert number) beautiful children and we live in (insert smaunchy name of a suburb).
If they were proud of their professional achievement, that was of course included as well.
The one person that was different was a girl I didn’t really know in high school. She has a child with special needs and she put her and her kid in the book. I was most impressed by her because I felt like she was the only one who was honest.
Life does not deal us all this perfect hand, why do we always want to make it seem like it has?
Overall high school was something I could happily leave behind or lived without experiencing. I am sure I got some good experience there in the classes, like Miss Boehme’s ceramics class, and Mr. Old guy’s photography class and Mrs. Tall Hippy’s french class…but really I wanted out of that town.
When the reunion came along, I had no job, I graduated about 3 years late from college because I delayed on knowing what I wanted to study. I went to The Evergreen State College for a year and they taught me things there. Some good, some bad. I did Peace Corpsin Western Russia. All I wanted to do was travel and travel some more. That was my plan. I encourage it. It is the best education a person can get.
But overall, I guess I feel little compulsion to go and be with people who “used to know me” at the low-point of my life. I have nothing to hide necessarily, it just was a miserable time. What would be the purpose? To show them how well-adjusted I became after that misery? Well, I am ok with keeping it all a mystery.
Ok blog people, speak up about your reunions! Did you go? How was it?