I am sorry my posting has been a little sad and sporadic this last week. I spent a week in Iowa visiting family and friends and attending my twenty year high school reunion. I know, I know. It is impossible. But I graduated at age eight….
I didn’t love high school. Well from the outside I suppose I did. I definitely have some good memories and I don’t want to discount them. But when people tried to say that high school was the best days of our lives I thought, “Good golly, I hope not.”
While those around me were planning to go to the same schools and room with each other and continue their friendships, I was looking for a school where no one else went and shake the dust of this school off my feet.
It was a bit foolish in hind sight. Wanting some independence and a fresh start didn’t have to mean cutting ties with every soul who had been part of my life for the past four years and longer. But I simply didn’t want to be the girl I felt boxed in by in high school and threw out the good with the bad.
I missed my ten year reunion because I was quite pregnant with Lily. I heard mixed things. Mostly good, but some of the old high school pettiness still showed. This was before the era of us old folks joining Facebook so there were definitely faces I would have loved to see, but in general I wouldn’t have missed reliving the high school “mean girl” days (not to say I didn’t do my share of “mean-girling” myself).
But twenty years seems to be the perfect amount of time for all of that to fade away. Or at least from my perspective it did. I loved every second of reconnecting with friends I was close to and friends that I wasn’t. We didn’t spend near as much time remembering the past as celebrating the present. My hubby was awesome arm candy and I was even able to bring my kids to a family picnic. All the stars aligned and they presented themselves as well behaved angels. Amazing. (If you are reading this and you were at the reunion, you should know they behave like this all. the. time.)
My takeaway from the weekend is this: don’t let stupid things from your past affect your present. I looked forward to this reunion for a year. I couldn’t wait to put all of the high school silliness aside and just genuinely enjoy spending time with my classmates. And when you can do that, you can see that you went to high school with some pretty amazing people. They were probably awesome all the time, but you were just to bogged down in high school politics to notice. I can’t wait to see what the thirty year brings.
It kind of makes me want to read the letter from the end of Breakfast Club and pump my fist in the air. Who’s with me?