25 Years Later

My fears have been confirmed. My 25th high school reunion is going to take place this summer. I’m excited and a little afraid. I missed the 5th reunion because I just didn’t care. I passed on the 10th because I was four days away from giving birth and was absolutely miserable. Besides, who wants to go to a reunion looking like a beached whale? I didn’t even have decent shoes that fit at that stage of pregnancy. I did make it to the 15th, and that was somewhat fun and interesting. Some people had changed quite a bit. Others were their same old shallow selves. What’s worse than a self absorbed Homecoming Queen? A 30-something woman who is trying to get elected to the Homecoming Court she still believes exists somewhere in adult-land. We didn’t have a 20th reunion, so it will have been at least 10 years and in some instances 20 plus years since I have seen some of these folks. It should be pretty interesting. Some folks are on their second and third marriages. Many don’t have any hair and most are carrying more weight than they did at age 17. Some have grown children. Others are on their second careers. I can’t wait to see how everyone is approaching middle age. I’m pretty excited that right now I can wear the same dress size I wore during my senior year. My goal is to keep from puffing up and blowing that before reunion time. Yeah, it’s vain, I know, but the ghosts of high school are hard to beat. I wasn’t the most popular kid in school, but I wasn’t at the bottom of the ladder either. I was in the middle with a bunch of regular looking, smart kids who are now the successful movers and shakers of their community. Yea for the nerds, the band geeks, the science club officers and the wall flowers! We have blossomed and are running the world. I can’t wait to celebrate our successes.