In many ways, high school seems like a lot longer than 30 years ago.
Probably because the ordeal wasn't this amazing thrill-ride of awesomeness for me that it seems to be for so many people. Not because I didn't have friends, good times, or memorable experiences... I did... it's just that I didn't want to live there. Everything I wanted in life was nowhere to be found during "the best years of your life," and so I didn't just walk away after graduation... I ran.
I put high school behind me.
Then I started over.
And at no time did I have any kind of longing for going back.
But this weekend I did go back and it was okay.
A surprising number of people showed up. A surprising number of people didn't. Most people ended up exactly as I imagined they would. A few surprised me. But everybody was nice to everybody, which is what happens when your high school days are 30 years past.
And everybody had a story to tell... that story being the story of their life.
Which is what made the whole thing worthwhile, I suppose.
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I did my 30 years back in 2011 and it was pretty cool. And mostly just like I expected it to be… people changed, people grew up, people were still like they were 30 years before and we shared some drinks with several that I hadn’t seen in 30 years.
Our class has yet to have a reunion. Mostly because I don’t think any of us care about what happened to the others. And for those who we have, we’ve stayed in touch with.