Twentieth reunion
Lately I've been getting notices for my 20th high school reunion. I always figured I'd go to my 20th reunion, especially when I didn't go to my 10th, having heard people were more interesting at the 20th, having really figured out what they want to be when they grow up, being more mature, etc. Heck, I figured I'd go to all my reunions--I was still in high school when my brother had his 10th, and when he expressed doubt over whether he should go, I talked him into it.
Now, however, well ... my feeling is that if I had an extra $75 bucks lying around that I felt would be best spent on going to see a bunch of dicks I hated in the first place, then by god I'd be there.
Keep in mind, I had a graduating class of almost 1,000 people, and the people from our class who would actually come to this reunion are bound to be among the many I barely knew by sight, along with maybe a few of the real assholes. I hung out with the freaks and the punks, and they're almost certain not to be there. There are a few people from the classes above and below me I'd like to see, but from my own class? Eh.
Also, you know, if it was a school-sponsored event, I'd think that was cool, but the fact that my high school sold my name and address information to a private company to make money off of people's desire to see what's become of their old classmates, which will be held way off school property (aptly, at a comedy club, though they don't seem to get the irony), only stokes the sense of apathy and indolence.
Still, I have this feeling I might end up there somehow.
So ... do you have any good reunion stories for me?
Now, however, well ... my feeling is that if I had an extra $75 bucks lying around that I felt would be best spent on going to see a bunch of dicks I hated in the first place, then by god I'd be there.
Keep in mind, I had a graduating class of almost 1,000 people, and the people from our class who would actually come to this reunion are bound to be among the many I barely knew by sight, along with maybe a few of the real assholes. I hung out with the freaks and the punks, and they're almost certain not to be there. There are a few people from the classes above and below me I'd like to see, but from my own class? Eh.
Also, you know, if it was a school-sponsored event, I'd think that was cool, but the fact that my high school sold my name and address information to a private company to make money off of people's desire to see what's become of their old classmates, which will be held way off school property (aptly, at a comedy club, though they don't seem to get the irony), only stokes the sense of apathy and indolence.
Still, I have this feeling I might end up there somehow.
So ... do you have any good reunion stories for me?