I’m not sure I’ll ever really feel like a person who graduated from a New England boarding school. There’s too much that made me feel somehow set apart from my classmates. “Preppy” has never been a word that accurately describes me, and that was the first hurdle I faced when trying to fit in. I had zero school spirit, and did not care to develop any. I had comic books delivered to my mailbox weekly. I applied to exactly one Ivy League university. I, along with one other girl, was the first graduate to attend Oberlin College — the polar opposite of a boarding school experience! — in over a decade. Oh, and in my school’s 100+-year history, I was the first Black student to graduate as a direct legacy — something white students had been doing for decades.
Our ten-year reunion, which I began stressing about approximately a year ago, takes place in May. I haven’t really kept in touch with many people from my class, and went nearly a decade without seeing the best friend with whom I decorated my yearbook page. My other closest friend from our year seems to have literally vanished off the face of the planet. I’m coming to terms with the fact that this reunion will consist of making smalltalk with veritable strangers who are all doing impressive things such as running Black communications for the entire Republican Party (it’s a real job!). I’ll chat with classmates who have children, or advanced degrees, or high-paying corporate jobs, or property — things I have no interest in getting, the lack of which will still leave me feeling inadequate and increasingly sarcastic as I attempt to talk about my own accomplishments: a liberal arts degree in Anthropology and Cinema Studies, and a very large collection of vintage hats.
- It’s so nice to see you! (My Xanax just kicked in.)
- My hair is different, thank you for noticing. It was time for a change (…back to the way it grows out of my head).
- I’m very seriously considering grad school. (Tisch’s MFA program had an open reception at the MoMA one night, and there was an exhibit I really wanted to not pay to see.)
- I’m an employed writer. (I am employed. I am a writer. I am not employed as a writer. Minutiae.)
- I dabble in Television Criticism. (Once upon a time I wrote down some thoughts about “Dr. Quinn: Medicine Woman” and posted them on the internet.)
- I’m a freelance costume designer. (I have perfected the two-piece A-Line skirt.)
- And when I have the time, I do some freelance personal styling, too. (I have, at times, suggested to a friend that his shirt is too loud for the occasion, and have often stood in silent judgment of people who wear jeans and sneakers to Broadway shows.)
- I’m totally donating to the capital campaign this year! (I’ve just told you that I’m employed as a writer, so I will leave you to decide on the truth of this statement.)
- Yeah, I’m living in East Harlem now. My rent is terrible. (My rent is amazing, but you look like a Finance Bro with a Groupon-purchased real estate license and a lot of friends moving out from the Bay Area to work at a DUMBO-based startup. As far as you are concerned, my rent is terrible.)
- Living in New York is great. (Coffee and a piece of pumpkin bread costs $8.46 every morning, I got stop-and-frisked on the train once, this city is a literal hellscape, and yet I can’t convince myself to leave.)
- My family is fine. (Remember that one awkward time I tried to explain to you that my brother was adopted from New Jersey and you replied, all shocked, “Wait, Black people adopt? From this country??” This is not a conversation I want to prolong.)
- Nope, no boyfriend, I’m between relationships right now. (But thank you for thinking that I’m capable of having a stable relationship and not just hooking up with strangers at comic-cons. This gives me hope.)
- I was so excited for this reunion! I signed up immediately! (My presence here is the result of: A) an excessively long email chain started back in December, in which I emailed the four friends I had in my graduating class of 90+ people and exchanged a long series of “well, I’ll go if you’ll go; there will probably be an open bar” messages until it was finally decided that we would actually attend; and B) The acute — potentially misplaced — sense of responsibility that I feel to show up to these alumni weekends so that all the current Black, Latino, and Asian students on campus will know that alumni who look like them do exist in this sea of whiteness.)
- Actually, I haven’t kept in touch with my roommate. I have no idea what happened to her! (She suddenly left in the middle of the school year. Still working out the statute of limitations on that one.)
- So sorry I missed you at the five-year reunion. I wasn’t there. (I was there, but two hours in I decided that the largest mall on the east coast would be less mentally overwhelming than this sea of Nantucket Red and Tory Burch flats, so I drove to Nyack, got some new piercings, and caught a 3pm showing of Bridesmaids.)
- My God, you haven’t changed at ALL! (Which is terrifying, because I distinctly remember you being the kind of kid who peed in jars and poured it out of dorm windows onto the heads of unsuspecting freshman while rapping all the lyrics to DMX songs. All of them.)
- Yes, I’ve seen most of your TV appearances. (I have not. I cannot afford cable — see above: “writer”.)
- Yes, I’ve read Big Magic. Yes, I agree, it was totally life-changing. Yes, you should text me the details of your bi-weekly mommy book club, it’s so nice of you to invite me! (The only self-help book I’ve read, ever, is Shonda Rhimes’s Year of Yes, and the only reason I’m even engaging in this conversation right now is because Shonda told me to do the things I’d normally say no to.)
- Really? That’s fascinating. (I will continue to engage in this conversation with you, because I want to see how many times you’ll stop to count to ten instead of actually taking the plastic sword your child is using to beat the back of your knees away from him. Current count: Eight.)
- I’ll try and go to more alumni stuff in NYC, definitely. (The last alumni event I went to was hosted at some Ivy League school’s East Side club and they wouldn’t let my dad inside until he went to The Gap and bought a tie to go with his suit jacket, so I’m good on alumni events, really.)
- Please! Speak freely. (Absolutely nothing you say to me will end up fueling a bitter five-glasses-of-wine-2am-pitch-letter about my personal boarding school angst to several major publications. No, really, speak freely.)
- Just friend me on Faceboook, I don’t really tweet — who even has the time to keep up with all of that these days, am I right? (I talk less about sex and the men of the CW on Facebook. Also, it’s easier for me to ignore you there. )
- I do kind of miss it here. (On the one hand, they used to shut off our internet at 10pm, my graduating class only had nine other Black people, the food was terrible, Latin was really impossibly hard, I did not date, and there were times when I felt closer to my online friends than I did to anyone within a mile radius of me. On the other hand, I often had an entire ice rink to myself for hours, I learned to love theatre, I had teachers who suggested that I take screenwriting instead of Algebra, I learned freedom at the age of 15. My feelings are complicated, but I do kind of miss it here.
- Anyway, yes, I would love to signup for a combo Barre/Crossfit class with you. That sounds like a much better way to catch up after ten years than brunch. (I can’t wait to chat again in five years.)
This was wonderful and funny.
That high school reunion chain email is so real. My BFF from high school and I decide together what reunion events – of a whole weekend of them- we’re attending, by standing policy. We just didn’t go to the five year.
See also: Reasons why I declined to go to my ten year reunion last fall. There are exactly four people I wanted to see; I hang out with two of those people semi-regularly, the third wasn’t going, and as much as I like the fourth it wouldn’t be worth enduring the rest of my high school class just to see her (sorry, fourth friend!).
Not going to my 10-year reunion this fall, because there is exactly 1 person I want to see, and she’s still my best friend so I can see her whenever I want.
Me for college. Although if that one hot guy who I thought didn’t like me but maybe did (see previous article) is going to be there, this might change.
I’m so glad I went to a giant high school where I didn’t know 80% of my graduating class so I will likely never be a member of a reunion chain email.
No, but don’t discount the endless posts to the reunion Facebook group.
Truth. I don’t even know how I got added to my high school’s fb group. It just appeared with relentlessly optimistic posts asking us all to save the date and send in pictures and various other commands which I cheerfully ignored.
I didn’t even get invited to the reunion FB event. I just saw in my feed that several of my friends were going to “Class Reunion.”
THE CURRENT BANE OF MY EXISTENCE
I found out you can quietly turn off notifications on those! (Without appearing to be the mean-spirited grump who says “REMOVE ME FROM THIS NONSENSE”).
I’m not sure my high school class even has a facebook group. Probably it exists in some form or another somewhere but thankfully all the people I am still friends with from hs care as little as I do so hopefully I am in no danger of being added to one.
I skipped my 10 year reunion to make out with the girl who was featured in about 99% of my daydreams in high school. It was epic. (Note: she did not go to my high school.)
“My rent is amazing, but you look like a Finance Bro with a Groupon-purchased real estate license and a lot of friends moving out from the Bay Area to work at a DUMBO-based startup. As far as you are concerned, my rent is terrible.”
Truth.
I struggle with ever telling people here in NY the truth about Los Angeles, which is that it is a paradise on earth. On the one hand, I do not like confirming anyone’s snobby prejudice that LA sucks, on the other hand, we don’t need those people making it suck. NY on the other hand is truly a hellhole, posing as a good place.
I usually get left off high school reunion invitations. I WAS THERE. WITNESS ME………….
My 10 year college reunion is coming up. I sort of want to die and had a conversation with a friend that consisted of only the following: “M___ WE’RE OLD NOW. WHEN DID WE GET OLD.”
Yes, I recently turned my facebook back on, and it suggested some high school friends, one of whom has children that are taller than her, god damn.
I’ve never received an invitation to my highschool class reunion, even during the 5 years when I lived at the same address that I was at in highschool. I only just discovered that they had a 25-year reunion three years ago by coming across the Facebook page.
I wouldn’t have actually attended because there’s a reason I got out of town as fast as possible (bar that five-year stretch after grad school when I had to come back for a job), but it feels a bit odd to be forgotten like that.
I still live vaguely local to my high school, but didn’t hear anything about us having a ten-year last year, so I’ve occasionally wondered if we didn’t have one or if I just didn’t make the cut to get invited. (Which wouldn’t surprise me. My graduating class was something like 680 people and it was a very rah-rah pep rally high school in a lot of ways and I was the weird quiet kid whose fashion sense vacillated somewhere between a holdover from late 90’s goth and someone who really missed out on the glam rock movement.)
I told someone recently that my high school doesn’t have reunions, and they looked at me with gentle pity. It had really never occurred to me I could be wrong about this.
My new england boarding school five year is in 5 years and this is very, very relatable.
Although I am super looking forward to hardcore trolling all of the investment bankers and management consultants because I’ve discovered that white men can’t actually tell when I’m being sarcastic. (Most recent example:
“all these guys think I’m gay, but I’m really not gay.”
“That must be just SO HARD for you.”
“I mean not really, but sometimes I guess.”
*wildly uncomfortable silence*)
My 10 year reunion is this year and I feel like no one is concerned. Facebook and the fact that no one ever leaves this town have made reunions sort of pointless.
That being said, despite having a mostly positive high school experience, there is no way in hell I would go.
Our ten year reunion is coming up this year and I recently told a friend I really want to know if anybody is going to organize anything, and want to get forwarded any info, just for the opportunity of refusing in disgust. I did not connect well with all of my classmates.
Refusing in disgust can be such a good feeling.
Even if it’s slightly childish, I would feel totally vindicated doing it. I hope I get the chance.
Times like these I feel incredibly lucky that my school closed down just in time for what would have been my ten-year reunion.
Come to think of it…my gap year program has also since closed down. And last year would have been my ten-year college reunion, but I didn’t get an invite or any kind of notice……and also my major was discontinued the year after I graduated.
Now it’s starting to weird me out that I’m leaving behind a trail of dead institutions. I swear they existed!
I made myself a vow when I was seventeen that I would only return for a high school reunion if I could afford to do so via helicopter. A few friends have tried to convince me to think about it, but I mean, what can I do, right? I made a solemn vow – and since I made that vow at a Catholic high school, it’s basically sacred or whatever, so it’s not like I can just go to a reunion in a car or anything. I’m just going to have to live with the unspeakable agony of never seeing all those people I don’t particularly have any interest in seeing ever again.
I feel you. The point of reunions is to show that you beat everyone else at Real Life. If you can’t show up in a helicopter flanked by models and maybe also a tiger, what’s the point?
(Multiple people in my graduating class own their own planes. I’m… not going to the reunion.)
This was originally my goal. I’ve moved from helicopter to “the cutest platform sandals a freelancer’s fee can buy.”
My mom told me to skip the 5 and 10, and go straight to the 20. I am so glad I did. The absurdity was truly entertaining. I will never go to another one, though.
I got the same excellent advice but the insane people who populated my high school seemed to think we needed a 15 year? So last year I had actively ignore the deluge for a 3rd time. I may just change my identity after attending my 20th so I can avoid more exclamation point laden, blue and orange chain emails.
My ten year high school reunion was the weekend that I, 1000 miles away, was installing my mfa thesis exhibition. There were an insane number of Facebook threads about child-friendly activities, etc, & I’m not sure if any of my high school friends actually attended. I might go to the 20 – it’s in 2021 – if only to flaunt my fabulousness in that Midwestern disasterscape & to get drunk with a few old friends. Ten years just doesn’t seem like a log enough time to want to go back & deal with the ridiculousness.
Saving for own ten year reunion in May.
sweet jesus why is it almost here already?
My friends and I made a time capsule that we decided we would open up at our 10-year reunion. This prompted a decade of me worrying about our 10-year reunion because basically everyone else in our class gave me crazy social anxiety.
Then we actually talked about it, discovered we were ALL less than happy about going to our 10-year reunion, said fuck it and opened the time capsule on our own good time. It’s been two years and I have not regretted missing that reunion for a minute.
During my Charmed-Fake-Wiccan phase (a phase that I maintain every adolesent girl born between 1988 and 1994 went through) my friends and I buried a romance novel somewhere on campus and said some bad Latin over it, convinced that it was a love spell that would make a varsity lacrosse player maybe glance twice at us. I’m guessing (hoping) time has destroyed that particular capsule.
I skipped my 10 year reunion, as I had no real interest in going (partly out of deep concern that I would end up having very similar conversations as these). Judging by the photos on Facebook afterward, nobody else had much interest in going either. There were maybe 20 people and I’m not sure I knew more than 2 of them. All the insecurity for nothing.
My ten year reunion was last year, and by all accounts, it was a pretty spectacular failure. I felt bad because I really liked the girl who organized it, and a lot of people flaked out and only like… twenty people ended up going? I was still living in town, but I ended up having to work that night and then while I was at work, I found out that my fucking aunt died, so it was probably for the best that I didn’t. I only knew like, two of the people who went anyway because our high school was so gigantic.
“It was just as if everyone had swelled”
Someone messaged me on Facebook asking for my address so they could send me an invite to the ten-year reunion. I never received the invitation, which on the one hand is fine because I don’t really care about any of those people, but on the other hand as the Official High School Awkward Weirdo I did kinda want to roll up in a tastefully slutty rhinestoned party dress with full glamour makeup and just be like, “Oh, me? I worked on three AAA video game titles and now I’m an internationally recognized* burlesque performer, playwright, and costumer. Here’s my incredibly hot husband in a really well-fitting suit that tastefully matches my dress. We have three cats and we have never once had a baby vomit on us.”
Maybe for the 20 year. It’ll be even more of a stark contrast then.
*This part is the only part that is exaggerated, but I was invited to Canada to headline a show last year so technically now it’s true.
Like how our regional upstate NY airport is called “international” because there’s one flight to Toronto!
(It still counts, and also, that’s awesome).
…I basically only went to my ten year reunion in order to have a similar experience. IT WAS DELICIOUS.
2016 marks ten years since I graduated, but I have no damn clue whether there’s going to be a reunion of any kind. There’s been no indication that I’ve seen. Who even organizes that stuff? Is it generally an official school thing, or is it the province of a very ambitious alumni/us, or what?
Some facebook craziness happened about my 10 year (also this year), and a group of people REVOLTED because our class president didn’t organize our reunion like, January 2nd. I didn’t know being a class president tied you to organizing reunions for the rest of your life? So they started organizing this splendid, joyful train wreck between disparate cliques. There were online surveys involved. In-fighting over who would chair the event. I’m really looking forward to mine, actually. Not because I loved high school or miss anyone in particular, and only in part to show off like ScarlettHairdye above. But I genuinely would like to see how shit this turns out. I’ve already been promised an open bar, so it feels worth the train ticket. Convincing my partner to join me will be a bigger hurdle, but I feel like he’s too attractive not to come.
One and only one friend asked me if I wanted to go to my 10 year, which was not because he actually thought there was any chance of me showing, but because he wanted to know if I’d appreciate him sending me texts about how weird it was, or whether I’d prefer to not know. I said yes to the texts.
Slightly after, a different friend suggested we should have a reunion of just the non-straight folks (almost all of which passed on the official reunion), but since most of us have fled the state, that is unlikely to happen.
I went to our five year, which was like, high school revisited. Nobody did anything until this year, which is 20, good grief. And it’s so terrible you guys. I somehow got added to the Facebook group, and I don’t know who ANY of these people are, it is in a shitty country bar (no word yet on whether there’s a mechanical bull), it costs fucking $40, and there’s no open bar.
And that’s aside from the fact that I am already regularly in touch with all the people I want to be in touch with from high school (i.e., my two sisters, my bff, and four friends from band).
Mine is coming up next year, and I was class president, so technically it’s my job to organize it? … Yeah, not doing that. I hated high school and everyone in it (other than like three people, one of whom somehow pushed me into being class president back then). There were only about 40 people in my class, so it’s not a huge event, surely someone else will step up. (I feel a little bad. But not that bad. High school was the worst.)
The woooooooorst!!
I freaking loved this essay.
I had a mostly (if not entirely) awesome high school experience, but I kind of loathe reunions. I am bad at recognizing people (very much an understatement), I ask a shit ton of questions that are better suited for smaller gatherings, and I hate banquet food.
THE WORST PART, however, is realizing how fucked up our memories are, and how two people can remember things so completely differently, and how often those different memories are critical to the high school memory balance. One of my BFFs told me tearfully how much it hurt her that our mutual friend slept with her ex boyfriend, even though BFF never actually dated said guy, and mutual friend ended up marrying said non-boyfriend. I had to walk her back on it for her to remember that they never actually dated – just hooked up once or twice, and that mutual friend dated him for all of senior year. This was a revelation to her.
I also watched the class bully accuse me and a few others of bullying, which was utterly bizarre. I was not a bully to her, but I was also not the kind of girl who could be bullied. In fact, the three other girls she also accused were made of similar stuff – we were far more likely to stand up or snark back to any bully. I didn’t have any meaningful memories of the bully – she just wasn’t in my orbit, but this girl was sure I had tried to physically fight her. And she remembered the same thing about another girl who, like me, was the opposite of someone who gets into physical fights.
I went from amused to gobsmacked to pity to empathy in a really short sprint. But it remains one of the better lessons I ever had – that people really can and do remember things very differently in high school.
I was gonna link you with the 30 Rock reunion clip where Liz Lemon remembers herself as a nerdy outcast but was actually a bully but it wasn’t on youtube. Which is a shame because otherwise I cannot even fathom having a feeling about high school.
I know the clip of which you speak! I watched it with lingering suspicion that perhaps I blocked out a bunch of fist fights and hair pulling and general mayhem.
It does explain my tendency to flip off bad drivers, so I am not ruling it out entirely.
Went to high school in a very conservative, middling-size city and felt like I would no longer have anything in common with my old friends since I moved to the SF Bay Area. Then I met up with a HS buddy and we talked about our health care benefits and her new washing machine (so nice!), so you never know- adulting can make for some weird common ground.
(Also she told me about how she pulled over her car to yell at kids who were fighting at a bus stop. I feel like we’ve reached optimum ‘don’t give a damn’ stage and I love her.)
This is amazing and a Donna Tartt novella (??) in the making.
Next year is theoretically my twentieth, but….I went to three different high schools. The one I went to the longest was the first one and most of the people I liked, I keep in touch with over facebook.
My favorite time about highschool reunion was our 5-year one, when someone who had obviously been assigned to call me along with a list of other people did call to ask if I was going, and I was like “I’m not sure,” and she suggested vaguely that we get together sometime, and I knew she was lying so I said “Sure! Let’s plan something right now!” and she kind of faded into silence.
I do have friends from highschool, just not very many…
I’m about to gloat, so beware. I went to my 10 year reunion and it was great. I am way hotter than I was in HS, and my hair was perfect. I moved across the country and most people stayed and moved to the burbs so i was the interesting one from the interesting far away place. Every boy I ever had a crush on who didn’t like me back then was still the same height they were in HS and had comfortably aged in a way where I was like, “aww look at his wee lil bald spot and chubby cheeks”. The first guy I ever asked out in middle school who said no thanks invited me to an AFTERPARTY.
People I actually liked but fell out of touch with showed up and all had good lives.
Also this girl ran up to hug me, going “EEGGHH! ERMEGERD!!!” and I legit had no clue who she was and my face showed it, and she was like, “don’t you remember me?” and i didn’t and she is like, “Kelly!” and I’m all “blink blink blink…okaaayyy…right….kellllllyyyy (?)” the next morning I woke up, finally placed her and thought, “KELLY, OH MAN I DID NOT LIKE HER AT ALL IN HS!” It felt like I sent a message back to teenage me and be like, “you will not even remember this monster in 10 years and you will be smoking hot and super cool at reunion.
It was healing. I also didn’t HATE my HS completely, so that’s part of it. If you like your life now I would like to say you might be pleasantly surprised by what it feels like to go back. Although I really don’t want to go to our college 10 year which my boyfriend who is also an alumni wants to go to, so I do sympathize. I still think I’ll shine there, but it just seems…ugh.
I really like this story.
Thank you! It’s a true story. I think the moral is, take to the sea right now, and when you come back in 10 years, everyone will have gotten slightly sepia around the edges.
A bunch of my classmates put together an unofficial 10-year reunion at a over the holidays, so I decided to go since I was in town anyway and I figured if I went, at least I could shut up that part of my brain that tells me I’d have so many more fun experiences if I could just “get over” being an introvert. So I went, and it was extremely crowded because the downstairs part of the bar was “creepy,” and I met several people who had moved to New York or LA or San Francisco to do glamorous things, and literally two people recognized me.
So after about half an hour of that, one of the two people who recognized me said “this sucks, I’m going to trivia” and I said “I’m not trying to crash your trivia, but I am totally crashing your trivia” and we went to another mostly-deserted bar and played trivia and I drew a picture of an octopus with vaginas on all its tentacles and then everyone got drunk and sang “Piano Man.” A+ reunion experience, would recommend.
Also a non-white N.E. prep school grad who’s several years older than you. Even less diversity than you’re describing. I’ve never attended any of the reunions and neither did my very small band of misfit former friends (we haven’t really stayed in touch). I fled to the West Coast and stayed there as a form of rebellion, but all my friends are former East Coasters who did the same thing.
I actually really like reunions. Partly because people at my high school have always had a rather blinkered idea of who I am, and I enjoy shocking them a little with OH MY GOD IRENE SAID THAT SHE DID NOT IRENE WOULD NEVER COME LISTEN TO HER!
This right here is why I’m so grateful to have gone to a public school that doesn’t have an alumni association or any official reunions of any kind!
There was a vague attempt to organise a 10 year reunion in 2011 but I don’t think it happened in the end, and my close friends from high school I’m still friends with, so I see them all the time!
This right here is why I'm so grateful to have gone to a public school that doesn't have an alumni association or any official reunions of any kind!
There was a vague attempt to organise a 10 year reunion in 2011 but I don't think it happened in the end, and my close friends from high school I'm still friends with, so I see them all the time!
Skip five and ten and go straight to twenty- it’s generally a riot. I didn’t keep up any relationships after we finished school, as it was a pretty toxic environment so I could view my former class mates with no mercy.
#bighairnoheart is all I’m gonna say….
I don’t think they do reunions for high school dropouts, or graduates of community college diploma programs. I am ok with this.
I did go to my (non-community) college’s one-year “reunion” but at that point it was like 6 months since graduation and there were like 15 people there, several of whom I was still hanging out with anyway and the rest of whom I never knew to begin with.
I surprised myself by enjoying both my 10th and 20th HS reunions – although a lot of these resonate.
I’ve heard from a lot of people that the later reunions are better because as they get older, (some) people relax about posturing and just let it all hang out. The 20th was definitely better for that – I was surprised by how healing it was to run into people from Jr High who ignored me then but had turned into decent adults.
I also discovered secret girl crushes at each reunion – I’ve been bi since puberty but it took my brain several years to catch up with my hormones. At my 10th I saw a woman I was SO excited to see – I wasn’t sure why, but it was really good to talk with her – even though she was clearly like, um hi, person I barely remember from 7th grade art class. Later I remembered why I had such good memories of her – I’d had a huge but secret crush on her and was obsessed with how her butt looked in her Jordasche jeans.
I surprised myself by enjoying both my 10th and 20th HS reunions – although a lot of these resonate.
I've heard from a lot of people that the later reunions are better because as they get older, (some) people relax about posturing and just let it all hang out. The 20th was definitely better for that – I was surprised by how healing it was to run into people from Jr High who ignored me then but had turned into decent adults.
I also discovered secret girl crushes at each reunion – I've been bi since puberty but it took my brain several years to catch up with my hormones. At my 10th I saw a woman I was SO excited to see – I wasn't sure why, but it was really good to talk with her – even though she was clearly like, um hi, person I barely remember from 7th grade art class. Later I remembered why I had such good memories of her – I'd had a huge but secret crush on her and was obsessed with how her butt looked in her Jordasche jeans.
You had me at vintage hats, but my heart is now yours for the “Dr. Quinn: Medicine Woman” reference.
As for Alumni Stuff in NYC, you have crept into the very heart of all that terrifies me most in life.
I was invited to an elementary school reunion. Elementary school. (For context, I turn 50 this year.) My reaction was “I had an unhappy childhood and all y’alls were the reason for most of that. You people are a big part of my FaceBook shunnage.” In short, I’m not going.
My year was full of bitches. I’m in contact with everyone I want to be in contact with. If ever there was someone I wanted to contact, I could find them in three phone calls. I skipped the five year and the ten year although now I think about it I may not have been invited to the ten year. Lala. Not sure if they had a 15. 20 year is in three years. Goddammit I’m old!