That up there is a picture of me in high school, in case you were wondering.
I was very into mascara and lip gloss and spent a lot of time
with my flat iron trying to get my hair to flip just right.
You know, important high school stuff.
This month is my ten year high school reunion. I have debated and debated whether or not I should go, and I keep putting it off, promising to think about it tomorrow. Today is the deadline to buy tickets. Decision day is here.
The truth is I was a bit lost in high school. I suppose I hadn't quite figured out who I was yet. I liked myself just fine, but wasn't quite convinced yet that anybody else should like me. I had no confidence around my peers. I was the president of National Honor's Society, the piano accompanist for choir, and carried around a copy of David McCullough's John Adams to all of my classes just in case there was down time. (There always was.) A terrible driver from the get go, I wrecked my parents' old station wagon midway through my senior year. My parents insisted I live with the consequences of my actions, and so for the rest of the year I had to resort to rollerblading from the high school to my after school job. I carried the blades with me in my backpack during the day and to make the after school trek more fun, I listened to Billy Joel's Greatest Hits on my discman while I rollerbladed. I was the epitome of hip.
I had no idea how to flirt. I was madly in love with a boy in my calculus class, and watched helplessly as he dated someone else for the entire year. The friends I hung out with were all a year older than me, and I suspect they let me roll with them partly out of pity. I had never kissed a boy.
That's not to say I hated high school. It was fine for what it was, I just didn't love it. I moved from the town I grew up in for college and never looked back. I found my confidence in college and met my best friends for life. My mom moved from the town three years ago and any friends I had there have long since left. Especially now that the place harbors with it so many memories of my dad, I have little desire or motivation to visit and tend to keep my distance.
Yet something keeps pulling at me to attend the reunion. It's two hours away from where I live now, and it would cost $50 for Greg and I to attend. (Ouch! Does this seem steep to anyone else besides me?) I really am not close with anyone who graduated with me in 2004. Part of me feels all my high school insecurities rushing back to me when I think of going and seeing my high school peers. It's like I'm convinced all over again that I'll never be cool enough.
When I was visiting my sister in Germany I mentioned that my reunion was coming up. She encouraged me to go, stating that she had missed her own ten year reunion and regretted it. I still can't decide if I'll regret missing mine or if I should just keep the $50 and spend the evening cuddling up to Modern Family with my husband and baby instead.
I am interested to know how many of you attended/will attend your high school reunion. Is it important to make that effort or is it okay to just accept you have nothing in common with 200 people who graduated the same time and place that you did and let it go?