June marked 10 years since I graduated high school. Most classes do a reunion, but our class president is adrift. To be honest, he was elected out of popularity and not who was best for the job, but that’s usually how high school goes.
I may get some shit for my honesty here, but our class president was not always the nicest guy back then anyway. Now, I think he’s sort of famous, hangs with celebrities in California, and is a vegan. Whether he was nice to me or not, I’m happy he was able to make something of his passions, because he was actually really talented with music and photography. I also hope he grew out of his entitled and bratty behavior, because no one likes a dick.
With that being said, I’ve seen other members of my graduating class ask on a Facebook group if we were having a reunion and who would take over since the president doesn’t seem to care. Honestly, I’m not sure how I feel. I’ve actually been pretty back and forth about it. I also can’t blame the guy for not wanting to leave his life for a night of high school reminiscing, but I still think a reunion could be something unforgettable if we try.
Not So Small Town
I genuinely enjoyed school. I got pretty good grades, and I had a decent amount of friends. I only stayed in contact with maybe 5 of them, and I only see 2 or 3 of them like twice a year, but I follow a lot of them on social media. I love seeing where their lives have taken them, and I love supporting everyone even though that wasn’t always the case in school.
I wasn’t always this supportive person. I used to be a bit mouthy and a fighter, and I was always ready to defend myself or someone I loved. I got into my fair share of fights in school, but as I got older, even the people who I didn’t like, I wanted to see them do well.
Aside from a few people I wouldn’t mind lightly tapping with a truck, I love hearing that people I graduated with are doing great. Our town went from small time to metropolis these last 10 years, so it’s interesting to see where everyone landed.
It felt like everyone knew everyone and most people my age dreamed about leaving this town as soon as school ended. When we graduated, our town kept getting bigger. It’s definitely not what it used to be, but places and people grow.
We have shopping centers and hotels where there used to be fields. We have our fair share of chain restaurants, and we actually have two Starbucks now. It may sound ridiculous, but if you’re from where we are, so much has changed in what feels like such a small amount of time.
On the Fence
Our town grew. I grew. Everyone grew up and moved on, so I’ve been batting around the idea of even attending the reunion if one happens. I know I’m not the only person who has changed, but I’m not sure if I want to reconnect with anyone or not. As fun as some of my high school memories are, some of them aren’t ones I want to really remember let alone relive.
I didn’t just fight people because I had an attitude problem, although, I was pretty feisty and had a short fuse. I was picked on. I was bullied out of prom by a girl who said I didn’t belong there because I was blind. I was teased about not having name brand clothes. I was also bullied by a few “preppy” girls, as we called them, about my body.
My bulimia started in 9th grade, but I was never overweight. I wasn’t super thin, and I’ve always been a little chesty and curvy. So, I was picked on by mean girls. It’s a generic story told a million times, and I don’t let it bother me anymore. It happens, but that doesn’t make it right. I just don’t want to discuss all of the crappy details.
I’m at an amazing place in my life. I’m married and crazy about my husband. We have 2 kids and a house on the outskirts of our town. I’m a published author and blogger. I mean, I think I’ve done wonderful for myself, and I’m not even close to done with my journey.
What I do what to talk about is that if we have a reunion, what would it be like? Is it worth going? I just have a ton of questions.
What I Want It To Be
Honestly, I would love our reunion to be open bar and semi-formal. I want to get a hot dress and sip on something strong while I play awkward catch-up with people I haven’t seen in years. I want us to all dance and have a good time. I want it to be fun, and if the right people are put in charge, it could be.
We are too old for drama and he said she said. We are too old for the shenanigans that happened at prom, and we are definitely too old for cliques. I just want it to be fun and easy.
I want people who ran in different circles to chat and have a good time. I want to hang out with the girls I sat at lunch with. I think it could be quite the event.
I know there will always be people who cringe and scoff at the idea of a reunion. If they think their too good for all this, then good for them. I’ve just seen people make comments about not wanting to come back to this town. I’ve seen people bash our high school and just be all around negative, but they are missing the point.
Reunions are meant to celebrate that we’ve come this far. They are a salute to the next decade of growth and change. Well, now I guess I talked myself into going if someone sets it up.
Dear CASHS Class of 2009,
Can we make a reunion happen? Let’s stop waiting around for the president to come back to the East coast. Let’s do it for us. Let’s make it a blast!