I have been informed that my 20-year high school reunion will be in September of this year.
We had a mini-reunion at a sports bar for everyone who attended my school around the same year (not necessarily graduating the same year) about 10 years ago. I went to that, but I just stayed at the bar and talked with the others who didn’t want to have real conversations. Then I left early.
I haven’t decided if I am going to go to this shindig. High school, and especially middle school, wasn’t anything to celebrate. I am “friends” on Facebook with a lot of my classmates, but I have most of their settings set to acquaintances.
I’m still the same person I was back then, but now I just don’t care if someone thinks I am dorky, nerdy, weird, too short, too goody-goody (well, maybe that one doesn’t apply so much anymore), my clothes aren’t cool enough, too earthy, or any other reason I was picked on. It didn’t help that my body didn’t go through puberty until I went to college. Not only was I in the “weird” clubs, dressed like it was a different decade, and my mother worked at my school–but I looked years younger. Boys weren’t exactly trying to get my number. Below is a high school picture from the 90’s- Mom made that outfit, and I loved it- some type of one piece pants/jumper deal. They were very popular at the time! I wish I had a picture of the entire outfit, because it was interesting.
My quote in the middle school yearbook is, “I love going to ballet class every day after school.” I’m not kidding. The accompanying photo showed me wearing an awesome faded denim jacket with a shirt with pointe shoes on it. It was true- I did love ballet, and I went every day after school. Ugh….the huge thick glasses and braces also added to the equation of miserableness in school.
I try to convince myself that I wasn’t that awkward or laughed at for being me…. Man, kids are brutal. I remember begging my mom to home school me, but we needed the two incomes.
I did get to see a childhood friend at a WVU football game this past year, and that went really well. It was nice to catch up since high school, although I wish we were in a better place to talk. The Blue Lot at WVU during pre-game tailgating isn’t the best for long lost friends. The parking lot even has its own facebook page, which is where I found the photo.
Back to my previous educational establishment…I’m still contemplating my attendance at the reunion. High school was rough, and middle school just sucked. I’m sure it did for most everyone, but I haven’t decided if I want to visit those memories again in person.