It’s back-to-school time again and that seems to provoke adults, even ones without children, to remember their school days.
I remember high school. Somewhat. Sort of. It’s been a while. I can remember a few things about freshman year, a few more about sophomore year. Junior year has it’s blurry moments. Senior year has a few more clear memories. For me it wasn’t the hell hole some make it out to be. It also wasn’t the glorious, best-time-of-my-life experience either. I walked the line, I suppose. I had some good times, I had some crap times. I wasn’t bullied. I wasn’t popular. I had my friends and my insecurities just like everyone else.
It wasn’t my best period in life, but if it was, that’d be a real downer. Who the hell wants their life to peak at 16?
I didn’t go to my ten year class reunion. Not because I couldn’t, but because I didn’t want to. I still live in the same town I went to school all my life in. Many of the people in my class still live in town. Working at Wal-Mart I saw a lot of them. To me it didn’t feel like ten years was long enough to get together and pretend life was a strawberry picking festival back then. Especially, since some of the people I’d be seeing at the reunion acted like they didn’t know me when they saw me around town (and maybe they didn’t recognize me, maybe I’m that easily forgotten; but I know that’s not the case for all of them).
And there’s some people that even after all this time, I just do not like and I’m not going to like. Period. Not even for an evening of good times.
Sorry. No amount of booze makes me want to play nicey-nice with you.
Now, this isn’t to say that everyone I went to school with was a jerk. Some of them were. Some of them still are. Time doesn’t change everyone and the ones that time does change don’t necessarily change for the better. Through the magic of Facebook, I’ve found that several people that I got along with and hung out with in high school have become people I don’t care for very much. (It should be noted that this doesn’t necessarily mean they’re bad people. It also means that I’m not excluded in that whole change thing. Personalities that once worked together mature, grow, change and end up no longer meshing. That kind of thing happens. What I’m saying is that this sort of judgment is subjectivity at its finest.)
However, there were some people I went to school with that hold a special place in my timeline. They were truly lovely people that made an impression during a turbulent time in my existence and I’m happy to have known them. I’m friends with some of them on Facebook and I’ll be honest when I say that they still give me warm fuzzies when they pop up on my timeline.
Oddly enough, those are the people I haven’t seen in person very much since graduation.
Apparently, there are plans to attempt a 15 year reunion next year. I’m not sure if I’d go if it happens.
On one hand, I don’t feel like 15 years has been long enough either, though I got out of retail and don’t see a lot of my old classmates around town as much as I used to. Now I see them on Facebook and that’s kind of good enough for me.
On the other hand, there’s this theory that when you get people together in a class reunion situation, the old cliques and social hierarchies come back, like an instinct, and I’m half curious to see in person if that would happen. I suspect that it would, despite the time passed and the changes everyone has gone through.
There’s something that hasn’t changed since high school.
I’m still the weird girl that thinks about things from a totally different angle.
2 thoughts on “Remember High School?”
I was the exact same person in high school — the weird boy who looked at things differently. The only difference was that I went to a city school that had about 3,000 students, and I was put down / bullied from both sides. Even had a week during the end of Junior year when I got a number of death threats. I was a bit of an outcast amongst my supposedly ‘gifted’ peers, because I didn’t have the same work ethic. I didn’t even really have any school friends until my senior year. But I’m with you, there are people whom I liked then that I don’t mesh with, and there are people who I wish I could hang out with more because they’re good people and I wish they were more a part of my life.
I didn’t go to my 10 year reunion because it was Thanksgiving weekend and being with my in-laws won out. But I wanted to go to prove to a few people that I didn’t turn out as badly as they thought I would. I also wanted to see a few other people, but we’ll see what happens in two years when we have our 15th.
That’s really unfortunate that you had such a rough go of it in high school. I’m grateful that my experience was for the most part decent. I’m glad you turned out so well. And I like your priorities. Family is better during the holidays than the awkwardness of a class reunion.