10 Years

Last night was my 10 year high school reunion. I only found out about it earlier this week. And I really wanted to go. There were people that I went to high school with and were good friends with that I really wanted to know what happened to them and what they were doing.

However; going back to high school is like being in high school again. Gone is the confident adult and the insecure teenager returns. I thought more about what I was going to wear last night than I do any other time. I put on makeup, there was no reason to look older than I am. And after I talked Jenny into going with me, driving with me, I started to get kind of nervous. I made Wes park at the far side of the parking lot so I could scope it out from a distance in case I didn't know anyone there. If that were the case I was planning on just being a visitor to Wheeler Farm, taking my kid to see the animals. But no, suddenly Jenny was confident and wanted to just go over there and get it over with.

It was sad I mostly looked around and thought, "I went to school with these people for 3 years. Who are they?" Apparently my memory is going with age. There were people I recognized but didn't want to talk to. We never talked in high school, why start now? In all honesty, most of the people I wanted to see didn't come. I hung out with people who were more likely to get a 5 on an AP test than score 1 for the team. Apparently being smart means you're smart enough to not show up.

What kind of cracked me up though, was our senior class president was sadly bald and looked like someone's dad, and the student body president shaves his chest hair. It was an interesting experience that made me feel old, so I don't know if I'll repeat it. I like to think that I'm pretty young most of the time.