My high school reunion! When I received the invitation I
thought it would be fun. I could see all the kids I used to know "way back
when," find out what ever happened to so-and-so.
Itís been years since I
graduated. Iíve never been back to a reunion in the past, always too busy
having babies, moving from one side of the country to the other, or in the
middle of some other life activity.
I went to high school in another city, another state. This is
a true story of how things happened. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent from
what Iím gonna say.
With much trepidation, I was off to the big reunion weekend.
The first planned event was a reception Ė okay a happy hour, at a local
restaurant. I knew where the restaurant was, right across from the high school
Ė I thought.
When I drove up, however, the restaurant had magically changed
into an Auto Zone store. "Whereís Harveyís?" I had to ask for directions.
itís down by the bowling alley, near the racetrack." Racetrack? What racetrack?
I donít remember any racetrack. Anyhow, I finally found it. Seems it moved
years ago. Why didnít they just say Jerryís Restaurant is now Harveyís
I wandered around the bar for a while trying to recognize
people and introducing myself. I didnít remember them and they didnít
remember me. We smiled and pretended to know each other, no one wanting to admit
their senility. My God, I thought, they are all so OLD!
Then I finally spotted someone I knew. She used to be a
cheerleader, I think. Fat! She was FAT! How could she do this to us? It was
Backing away, I thought I recognized somebody at the bar. "Are you
Tony?" I asked. "Sure, who else," he replied, pointing to his
curly hair. Well, at least he still had hair. He was on the football team and
never had the time of day for me in school. He quickly blew me off, as usual. I
was thrilled! I knew it! People never change, I thought - except they are all so
Next day was the grand tour of the old school. Seems the old
high school burned down some time after I graduated and was rebuilt. It was all
different. The only thing we recognized was the main stairway. We used to always
wish the school would burn down, but could not believe it really happened.
new school does not have a library; it has a computer-learning lab. Computers
everywhere. No wonder kids are so smart nowadays. It was sure completely
different from the high school days I remember. "We donít buy
encyclopedias," said the principal. "The kids do their research on the
The school tour is where I saw George Ė school stud, captain
of the football team, heartthrob of all the girls. Life had been hard on him. He
was an ancient, wrinkled old man now. I was secretly a bit happy that he looked
so bad. George actually came up and said hello and pretended he remembered me.
Jerk! I remembered him too! Oh, well, itís been years. Who cares any more?
Poor thing Ė he is so OLD!
Finally, the big event came, a dinner-dance. It was in a
convention center that did not even exist when we were teenagers. I
was wearing a sexy red dress and had been on a diet. I felt like I looked pretty good. In my heart Iím still 18, of course.
late, as usual, and could not sit with the new friends we made at the happy
hour, so we sat at the nurses table. They all seemed to know each other from
nursing school or the hospital or some place medical. We tried to talk to them
and made polite conversation for a while. Finally, we gave up and decided just to
dance, have a good time and forget Ďem..
Tony caught me in the lobby and tried
to make amends for blowing me off earlier at the restaurant. "I was
thinking that do I remember you," he said, calling me by the wrong name.
Wonder if he saw me driving my Vette when I left the restaurant the other night,
Iíll never come to another one of these things! Itís like
being dead and waking up in senior citizen hell. Iíve lived my whole life
without Ďem, so who needs them now?
are all so FAT, I thought, and so OLD!
You donít suppose they could be thinking the same thing
about me, do you?