My 25th high school reunion occurred last May. I did not attend, I had no intention of attending and then a family event occurred that ensured I could not change my mind. Like everyone, my high school years were fraught with angst real and imagined. I am in touch with a handful of people from that time in my life, but with a few exceptions, I have more in common with them than where we spent a particular set of 4 years.
If any of the teachers who helped me survive high school were going to be there, I might have entertained the idea of going, if for no other reason than to say thank you for helping me turn out OK. But those folks are long gone and some of them are beyond my reach – so I hope they know, somehow, how grateful I am for what they did for me.
But I did not feel compelled to compare life-notes with strangers over chicken salad. I had always felt like an outsider in high school and now I understand the reasons why I really am estranged from that community. And that’s OK. While I owe much of my later academic success to the preparation I received in high school, I never did entirely get over the alienation I experienced there. So thanks but no thanks – my life is pretty full without having to dig up the bones of ancient history. Besides, I’m on Facebook, like everyone else on the planet.
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