I enjoyed my 20-year reunion--being able to tell the kids back in Charlotte, NC, that I work at the Library of Congress was pretty cool, and showing up with a hot young wife was fun, too. I didn't remember going to high school with so many bald guys, that's for sure.

My 10-year reunion was the biggie for me--I realized how very much I'd changed, in a bad way. I saw that I used to have friends, and didn't anymore. I didn't want to be the same kid I was then, no, but I didn't want to be completely different, either. So I set about making a change. The years taht followed that reunion were pretty tumultuous, but things are back on track now. The 20-year reunion's fallout was pretty tame by comparison.

Not bad for a bunch of Gen X slackers (I doubted we would have one at all).

Heh. Better than my graduating class -- I've been seized by the inexplicable desire to go to my 20-year reunion (probably because I left town after graduating and have only sporadically kept in touch with a tiny number of people over the years), and when I checked to see when it was planned, I found that...it isn't. Oh, there's a 10-year reunion already in the works, and a 30-year one as well, but evidently not one of the 500+ of us from the class of '87 can get our shit together to organize the damn thing.

Sounds about par for the course.

I didn't go to mine. As far as I'm concerned, they can all bite me. In fact, the entire city of Cincinnati can bite me (except for my dad, who I kind of grudgingly like). I'm not going to my college reunion either, but more out of apathy than anything else, plus it's 3500 miles away.

I have no idea if our class has ever had a reunion. I guess it would be coming up to the ...15th? Yeah, 1992. I do know that a lot of people from my class still live in the same small town of 8000 people, which is kind of depressing.

ehh... the way i see it, i'm only in contact with three people i went to high school with, and none of them are going to the 20-year this summer either, so screw it.

huntington beach, marina high, orange county - i have no desire to see any of it again.

Mine was last year, and I actually wanted to go to this one, for the first time, but I had a conflict. Yes, the bios are a trrrrrip.

I went to my 20 year high school reunion, and as I came through the door, I remembered almost immediately why I never stayed in touch with any of them in the first place. We lived in a neighborhood where there were strong divisions between the haves and have-nots. I was a -not, living among the haves. That meant lots of clique-play, and since I never engaged in it, I never made any friends in the group that would eventually show up at that reunion.

It was interesting to see who had come out of the closet, though...

Mine was 4 years ago, and I didn't go. I actually heard from a few of my old friends via email, which was cool, and re-connected with one in real life, which was cool.

However, my partner had no interest in going to the reunion and being the freak show (I don't blame him, and didn't even ask, really) but at the same time I wasn't going to go back and look like the old bachelor while everyone else had wives and kids running around. So, I stayed away and got TONS of grief (via email) for it. Hopefully in six years when the 30th rolls around, some of them will have lost interest.

My school didn't have one either--it was supposed to be last year. I've found out that two girls who were the complete salt of the earth (one running into, one googling) have turned into fakes.

High school reunion¿
Fuck that. Grade school sucked...well till I left the private school ]read Catholic mf's[ after grade 9. Then things picked up a tad. Girrrlzz. Holy shit./ C'mon, an all boys school run and taught by 'Brothers'. I don't know to this day what a brother is, some slave of a priest, I don't know. They wore these long dresses, sorry, robes to the ground, like nuns' outfits. With these collars and glided through the school. I was there from grades 3-9, twice in 7, I liked it so much, apparently. j/k
Most memorable was the 'brother' filling out a late slip out for me, yeah, when you were late, who was already drunk. Not to mention the geography teacher, who in a drunken rage whipped an eraser at some kid. Who just put up his desk top and it bounced off. Need I tell you about the yardstick and the strap¿
Ah, great memories I want to revisit. Not fucking likely.
Bloody hell. You ask, WTH was I doing there¿ Well, they did have a rink.
I was from a divorced family unit, apparently the 'church' ]sounds like lurch[ excommunicated my Mother. What's that¿ Thanks for the favour. Right Christian of you. Like fuck. So talk the talk but you don't do the walk. Popey Jopey.
Yeah and my shit tastes like ice cream too.
A classmate I remember one mouth piece. He became a lawyer and then QC ]queen's council—whatever the fuck that is[ who lipped off to the press how he was untouchable and was charged with laundering millions. All caught on tape. Nice. Figures. I was an artist at heart in a school bred for lawyers and the like. Jeebus. eh, my immigrant parents, what did they know about the lay of the land at the time.

There was a guy who called about a reunion waay back, trying to weasel some money for something or other. Buddy, fuck off huh. Call your pals I told him. Heh, reunion infuckingdeedy.

There's a right rant on reunions. Sorry to piss on your memories, but hell, it was what it was at the time, easily 40 years ago and they were the dark ages.
I wouldn't want to be a teen nowadays, I believe it's harder than it was for me back then really. Phew.

To this day the Catholic Church sticks it's head in the sand regarding the actions of some of it's members, which are criminal. What bullshit. What a bullshit brain washing fucking organization, I am very leery of to this day, you think¿

I believe first nations idea of 'religion'. Which the roman catholic church fucked as well. They're everywhere. Trash.

And you thought matildaben's 'fuck that' was rude. HA./

I fess up to having a pint or two and coming from an emo hockey playoff game and pints and big ups, where we were losing 4-1, till one of our teammates got trashed into the boards and injured his ankle, he limped off to the dressing room. We came back and won 5-4. Now that's karma, ya see. So I'm a bit over the top. Don't get me started on Roman Catholisicism in 2007, ok¿

Thanks for your ear.

Back to reunions with meaning and pleasant ones.

I was pleasantly surprised at my 20th a few years ago. I went to the 10th, left my then-husband home with our first son, and freaked about who to sit with. I ended up at a table with some people I remembered vaguely, and had a decent time. The 20th was way better. I volunteered to help, and reconnected with people I hadn't seen since graduation. We had a great turnout, and the big surprise was how I was treated by people who didn't even talk to me in school. I was never in the in-crowd, never in any clique. I was surprised some people even remembered me! No one seemed interested in status (ie: what you did). More people wanted to know where you lived now, if you were married (and how many times ;^) ) and if you had any kids. I really had a great time. I'm still in contact with a couple of people via the internet.

Another great story - my mom, who graduated from the same school in '63, went to her 40th reunion four years ago. A group of about 15 stayed in contact. One of those became her love interest, and for him she left Jersey for the first time ever and moved to Seattle. And lives happily ever after. Reunions can be life changing!

I volunteered to help

That's a great idea, rv. I always feel better in social situations if I have something to do.

I think I will go if it works out -- I wasn't that into high school, and remember fairly little, but also it was a really long time ago and I'm not reacting to anything about it. I don't really have any fears or anger, nor do I have any immense unresolved thoughts about anyone. It would just be a curiosity, really -- kind of like going to a meetup, hanging out with people I have something in common with, getting to know who they are.