Scattered Thoughts

I’ve never attended a high school reunion. To be honest, I doubt I will ever attend a reunion. Without boring you with my reasons (which are probably reasons you’ve expressed yourself or heard from former classmates who won’t attend reunions) let’s just say that “it ain’t gonna happen.” (see how much I learned in English class?)

But this past Saturday night my high school class held its 25th reunion. I have kept myself on the e-mail mailing list because I’d hate to have my name appear on the “do-you-know-how-to-find-??” list.

I’m not sure if it’s a sign, but most of the people I would want to see at a reunion actually have their names on that list! Maybe they’re the smart ones.

Anyway… although I didn’t attend the reunion but did receive a link to photos of the event.

Curiousity got the best of me and I took a peak.

I might just as well have been looking at pictures from my husband’s class reunion (or your class reunion for that matter). I didn’t recognize hardly anyone. What added to the challenge is that I didn’t know if the man or woman/man or man/woman or woman were my classmate? Perhaps both? I was clueless.

I did recognize our fearless class president. Mostly because she’s so short and her hair so dark.

There was one man who appeared in several photos. His demeanor suggested that he was probably popular in school, but nothing about him was familiar to me. I’m guessing he was a local celebrity (perhaps a weatherman) who married a classmate.

I can’t say the pictures made me wish I had attended the reunion, but I will say that I wouldn’t have worn black if I had.

Why do women always wear black to these things? Sure it may make you look thinner, but in the photograph of the entire class, they were pale faces bobbing on a sea of black clothing.

I can’t help but wonder how many… here’s the cynic in me… stood with smiles plastered on their faces wishing they were home eating Ben & Jerry’s ice cream and watching TV Land reruns. But that might be just me.

My husband loves going to his reunions. He hasn’t missed one. Although I attended his first reunion, now I encourage him to go without me. Reasons to avoid class reunions, I’ve discovered, span states, schools and years.

Maybe I’ll save the link to my class reunion photos. Maybe someday I’ll pull out my dusty yearbook and try to makes some matches. Or maybe I’ll just wash my hair.

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