Ten short years


So my 10-year high school reunion is this Saturday. I haven't yet made up my mind as to whether or not I want to go, although the invite did say that there would be a four-hour open bar. THAT SHOULD BE A REQUIREMENT, NOT A PERK.

I do not talk to anyone that I graduated high school with. I had a small group of friends with whom I kept in touch during college, but one by one they all faded away. Either I was busy with my academic workload and job, or I was dating some jerk who didn't like my friends because my friends had more common sense than I did.

When I think of high school I think of track. I also think of dance because I danced for a frillion years, with a discipline emphasis in ballet because I thought about going pro after school. Except that I got burned out because if I had to deal with one more over-dramatic director with fried hair or one more catty, purging ballerina I was going to gouge my eyes out with my fingernails. I realized that I lacked the Joan Collins gene, a requirement for that field.

I also think of my friends and it would be nice to see how things are going for some. But still, I don't know. I hated high school. I hated the stagnant little fishbowl world it created. It's hard to remain stationary when you've already figured out what you want to do with your life.

What I'd like to know is do any of you have 10-years coming up? Did any of you go to your 10-year reunion? Why and what was it like?


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