Do you know where I’m supposed to be tonight?
My 5th year high school reunion.
Yup. You read that right. 5th. Year. High. School. Reunion.
Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but no one has done anything (at least not anything of substance) in the last 5 years. In fact, I went to college with most of the people I was friends with in high school (that’ll happen with a state school). In fact, I dated more people from my high school after I graduated than I did while I was attending the school.
To be perfectly honest on this one, I still don’t like a lot of the people I went to school with. Oh, sure, I still have friends from high school. But you know what–I see those people. The people that I still like and still want to be in touch with I am still in touch with. And the rest of our class? I’m totally fine with not seeing them.
Plus, everyone knows that the point of the reunions–the REAL point–is to go back and flaunt your successes to everyone who made your life miserable in high school. Wait, was it just me who saw Romy and Michelle’s High School Reunion?
I mean, we are not the kids from Tree Hill, who apparently wound up with wildly successful careers after never stepping foot on a college campus. Most of us, since we graduated into a declining economy, spent some time unemployed. Most of us have switched jobs at least once already. Most of us are living at home still. And the rest of us, moved as far away as possible–on purpose.
So why, when a great majority of us got married with our bffs from grades 9-12 in our bridal party, are we reuniting?
I don’t know. Ask me in another 5 years. I’ll probably go to that one.