So this year marked that huge milestone for all young professionals. It was my 10-year high school reunion.
In the weeks leading up to the reunion, I was extremely torn about the event. A large part of me kept saying, “Wow, I’m not really old enough to have been out of HS for 10 years!” But there was this other voice that would counter with, “There have been so many changes since HS, has it really only been 10 years?”
Now, if I really reflected on my time in high school (well, reflected honestly), I would have to say it was not my favorite period in my life. Mine was a pretty typical school with the cliques and bonds that come with knowing the people you are in school with for your entire life. Breaking into or out of those groups was difficult and often resulted in more headache (heartache?) than it was worth. I was a bit of a nerd, coupled with a pretty stubborn streak of not doing something just because it was the thing to do.
So, in light of this honest reflection, I was pretty nervous to go back. Did they still remember me as that awkward person I was then? Have we all changed since the last time we were together? Walking into the gathering, most of the memories of senior year rushed back to me. The feelings, emotions, insecurities…all of these things suddenly transported me back to that nervous HS person. We were all polite to each other with expressions of, “How are you doing? What is new?” It was pleasant enough, but after a while everyone settled back into the familiar groups from all those years ago.
On the way home, Stuart asked me if I had a good time. I still can’t say with certainty one way or another. It was nice to see everyone, but I am not wishing it had lasted longer.
This past weekend, I had the opportunity to have another reunion of sorts. One of my post-college friends got married to one of my college friends. This created a unique set of circumstances where several of my friends from the last 10 years of my life gathered in one place to celebrate.
Not once did I worry about going to this reunion. We laughed and talked and enjoyed each other’s company without any of those awkward silences that seem to accompany polite conversation. We danced into the wee hours of the night, never thinking about how stupid we looked doing the Footloose dance or how many times we spun out of our partner’s hands during the two-step.
Of course, there was exclamations about how fast time goes, which of us were married, who had kids, but mostly we were still just the same people. As was often said…older and wiser, but mostly older.
This weekend is Homecoming at Dickinson State. This, of course, includes more reunion parties. On Friday, we are helping to “host” the 2000’s reunion. Then there is tailgating, the game, and the traditional trip to the Spur on Saturday. Then, on Sunday, there is the new tradition of Perkins for breakfast before we all go off to our adult lives. Again, there is no trepidation, just anticipation for a fun-filled weekend.
Amazing what 10 years will do, or not do, to your memories











