It was awesome!

Oh my gosh, you guys! My class reunion? Was SO. MUCH. FUN!

I am so glad I went! What an experience! I could have let those old high school feelings of insecurity and inadequacy hold me back as I have in the past. I’ve been skipping my high school reunions for years and there was a time that I believed I’d never attend another again. And it wasn’t because I just didn’t care or had no interest in going. It was because I was afraid of feeling the way I did all those years ago. It was easier to stay home and tell myself I didn’t care than to risk feeling like I didn’t fit in again. But this time, thanks in no small part to several of my former classmates, I was convinced to attend. I went from being completely reluctant to being nervously willing.

So, once I was convinced to attend, I felt it was my duty to convince Kendra, my high school best friend, that she must also attend. And this was no easy task. She and I were inseparable from the first day of freshman year. We drifted apart for a few years, but in the past year, we’ve reconnected again and it’s been wonderful! But, Kendra was not so easy to convince. She and I are similar creatures and she was more than reluctant to agree to attending. At one point I told her I was going to send in the money for both of us and then I would wait for her to let me know she was planning to go with me. The days passed by and the reunion loomed closer, and yet no commitment came from  Kendra. One week before the date of the reunion, I was lamenting this fact to my sister, Cory when she excitedly told me, “I’ll go with you!”

I pondered that idea for a moment and a smile came over my face! Why not? What the heck! Cory had graduated two years ahead of me, so she’d know a few of my former classmates. It was perfect! I didn’t have to worry about going alone, or not going at all and she would enjoy a fun night out. And that is how it came to be that my sister attended my twenty-five year class reunion with me!

And so the big day arrived! I spent most of Saturday doing the usual weekend chores and such, all the while thinking about the big party that night. Of course, I had already been shopping earlier in the week for a new outfit to wear. I’m sure I’m not the only one who felt the need to dress to impress!

And if I was already looking forward to the party, I became even more excited when my cell phone buzzed with a text message from Kendra on Saturday morning. “I think I’m going to go.” And that is how it came to be that my sister, Kendra and I all went to the twenty-five year class reunion together.

The three of us convened at my house and in short order, we were on our way to the Embassy Suites where the reunion was being held. As we came into the lobby, I saw a classmate with whom I’d not only graduated but gone to grade school, Jeff. We exchanged the obligatory “Hi-how-ARE-you-great-to-see-you” greetings and Jeff told us he was nervous about going in. He had arrived alone and was feeling nervous about going in. So we invited him to join our little crew and the four of us found our way to the check-in table. The first person I saw was Mike, the main organizer of the reunion and one of the classmates who was very persistent in convincing me to attend. It was apparent to me that my reluctance may have dragged on a little too long when he caught sight of me and gave me a standing ovation for showing! We shared a good laugh and Mike then directed us to write out our own name tags.

Now came the question of what to do with Cory. We couldn’t just put her own name on the tag. We toyed with making her Jeff’s wife, but a better idea soon surfaced…

A little back-story is in order here: About one-third of my high school class are Facebookers. For the most part, we have all friended one another. Now, one of our classmates is *Kari Edwards. At some point one of our classmates “found” Kari on Facebook, now going by the name of *Kari Marx Edwards, and friended her. Soon, as Facebook is prone to doing, the other classmates received friend suggestions to add Kari to their friends. And so we all did. And she accepted all of our friend requests.  Then, just a couple of weeks ago, it occurred to someone that Kari was now spelling her name “Carrie” instead of “Kari.” Upon further inspection, it was realized that “Carrie” was much younger than the rest of us and not a graduate of our high school at all. It was a case of mistaken identity, and Carrie Marx Edwards was now friends with a boat-load of people she didn’t really know. On the other hand, Kari Edwards was friends with none of us because she was listed only under her married name. We all got a good laugh out of that.

So, at the reunion, I gave my sister a name tag which read “Carrie Marx Edwards.” Problem solved and she was a great ice-breaker on a couple of occasions, especially when the real Kari Edwards stopped to talk with us.

But the best part of the reunion was seeing that all of those high school labels were gone. There were a couple of pre-reunion parties on Friday and one of them was a welcome back party for a classmate coming back from Florida. The party was jointly hosted by two women, one of whom had been very popular in high school, and another who had been an outcast. People who had never been a part of each others’ circle of friends were talking, laughing, catching up and bonding. It was awesome!

I loved hearing about people’s lives, talking for a while with Brian, who walked into his job in a marketing department one day, having no idea it would be the day he walked away from his career. He wanted something more out of life. He walked away from a successful marketing career to work with parents whose children have been murdered as well as with parents whose children have gone to prison. He runs support groups for these families in a very poor area of town. It was amazing to hear him talk. He was a person who clearly knew he was exactly where he belonged and he couldn’t wait to share all about it with anyone willing to listen.

I caught up with girls…errr…women, with whom I thought I’d had a passing acquaintance in high school, only to realize how excited they were to see me. There was so much squealing and hugging and talking it was almost overwhelming. It was then that I realized that it was I who had fueled my own feelings of insecurity. I now know that all the years of avoiding these reunions only served to make those feelings seem so much bigger in my mind than they probably ever really were.

I was amazed with how well everyone had aged. Well, the women, for the most part have aged well. I marveled at how beautiful everyone was! Some of the men had let themselves go a little, but no one looked really old, except for one guy, who turned out to be a former teacher, not a classmate! I talked with old friends, heard about their lives and families and told them about mine. And I talked with people who I had never really known in high school too. It was great having Cory along for this purpose. It started when she tried to discreetly ask me the names of a couple of people standing behind me. I had to look at the name tags, and I remembered the names, but soon realized that we had not ever really known each other in high school. But since Cory had asked, I turned to point to each and said, “This is so-and-so, and this is so-and-so.” And then so-and-so would smile, look at my name tag and we’d “reintroduce” ourselves and soon were talking away. I loved it!

The hours passed by quickly. Cory, Kendra and I left the party at a respectable hour. Word has it that many of the attendees carried on well into the morning hours, and Facebook reports promise more get-togethers soon, long before it’s time for another reunion. I definitely won’t need my arm twisted to go next time.

*names changed to protect the unsuspecting.

15 thoughts on “It was awesome!

  1. I’m not the least bit surprised to read these words -such happiness -in your post today! And I’m really so happy that your good friend as well as your sister went with you too!
    One thing I noticed about my own classmates at our reunions is this one guy from our class in particular and how as soon as he sees me, he comes over and gives me a big hug and a peck on the cheek. Now this guy, in school, was one of the good-looking guys, not a mega romeo or anything like that and not a snob but sure not that kind of friendly back then, ya know. And I was one who kind of floated on the periphery -friends with the smart kids, semi-friends with the really popular, pretty girls (of which I most definitely was not one of them) and kind of on the edge too of being a nerd person (although I don’t recall what we called those folks back in the dark ages other than maybe just sort of weird, ya know). But anyway, I touched the edges of those groups but was never really one of them either and yet, at our class reunions, even the one girl who really was regarded back that as a true strange bird, gets a loving reception from our classmates when she’s able to attend one of our get-togethers too. I think it’s maybe called “growing up” -finally!
    But anyway, this post just has me smiling from ear-to-ear as I am so happy that you went and had a great time too. Never thought for a minute you wouldn’t manage to have a great time though, Terri!


  2. Reunions are fun. I’ve been to a few. They say Facebook is ruining reunions because you already learn about all of your friends. Guess this event brings out the ones who don’t do facebook, like me.

    Well I’m sure you were all well addressed you all look beautiful!

    Glad you were able to convince Kendra, bringng Cory was a good idea!

    I’ll bet Kendra was glad you talked her into it!


  3. Reunions can be a lot of fun. Especially the later ones.

    I suspect that at 10 years, there is still a lot of the residual insecurity and perhaps even animosity hanging around.

    But, as we all age and mellow, those childish issues fade away.


    PS: At my 10th HS reunion, one fellow showed up in a fabulous automobile with an even more fabulous woman on his arm. We later found out they were both rented …

    At my wifes 20th … one of the football players had “transitioned” into a rather nice looking woman.


  4. See? I told you it would be awesome. Reunions are fun and it’s a good time catching up. Many more guys at my reunion did NOT age well than the women, though some women let themselves go a bunch too. It was a bit shocking. Glad you had fun!!


  5. This sounds like so much fun!!!! My high school had 5,000 students and my graduating class had 1,000 in it – I didn’t even go graduation – went to the beach with some friends – reading your story makes me realize how much I missed!!!


  6. With a photo of three blondes standing next to each other it is hard to resist and joke or two…

    Let’s put 20 seconds on the clock…

    Damn! I just can’t do it…joking about someone isn’t as fun when you are looking at a picture of them…then it is just cruel and insulting. I could be complementary…but that just isn’t my thing. ;)

    Alright…just one…

    “Cory…I said we were all going to use #101 and you come here with #102?!?!??!”


  7. > I definitely won’t need my arm twisted to go next time.

    You know how close I am with my high school friends, so I’m thrilled that you’ll be going to more reunions. I met up with four of my high school friends in NYC and that was a trip highlight!


  8. I think some folks organized a five-year reunion several years ago, but I didn’t go. I never see any of the people I went to school with anymore, and I’m fine with that. I didn’t really have any close friends throughout my school career, and didn’t feel the need to go back to see the people whom I never hung out with to begin with. Oh well. Maybe when the next one rolls around, I might remember your post here, suck it up, and go hang out for a while.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s