High school sucked. It sucked for everyone but I especially hated it.
We moved to Ohio right before my 9th grade year, making me a transplant among classmates that had been together the previous 9 school years. I wasn't the judge's kid, I wasn't an athlete, wasn't popular and certainly wasn't rich. I wasn't in one of the existing cliques and had a hard time making friends. I was a girl from Nebraska (gasp!) who played in band and I was made, quickly, to feel my place in that school among my classmates.
So it's with mixed emotion that I read a former classmate's blog post about her 15 Year Reunion. The Jefferson Area High School Class of 1996 Reunion. Our high school class reunion. MY reunion.
What?
On one hand, I don't care because I wouldn't have wanted to go but on the other hand I feel a little like I just got put in my place. Again, only 15 years later.
And that? Sucks.
6 comments:
I kinda know how you feel - I never felt I belonged to any group and I attended the same school for 13 yrs! Have only attended one reunion and will not go to another, was made to feel the same way I felt in school. I so enjoyed my life after school~
Auntie D
I am right there with you. I never went to a reunion because I was so glad to be done with it all. Plus, like you said, who needs reminders of suckiness?
All the same, sorry you found out about it that way.
with my terrible memory, a reunion would be all lost on me. Take this Virg Nelson? I have no clue who this even is? Was she a friend of yours? Oh dear...that is stinky...I have never been contacted for a class reunion, but I suppose it spares me from having to express my regrets for not going.
I didn't know you didn't know :(
I'm sorry. Abby Stone-O'Brien organized it and created a fb page for our class so that the 20yr can be organized.
http://www.facebook.com/groups/jahs96reunion
Also... I never fit in either. Still don't, really, as mentioned in the blog. I talked to Amy Lipps-Evans, Trisha Seith-Thompson, Ryan Brown and Abby... Corrine said hello. No one else talked to me. Which made me super happy I brought my best friend.
I was also a transplanted kid. It always seemed that you fit in and had tons of friends. Perspective, I guess.
You don't have to be a transplanted kit to feel left out. I grew up in J-town... hated almost every moment of High School and regardless of my being a local yocal never quite found my niche either.
But... there was this really cool girl I used to walk to school with who taught me everything I needed to know about wearing my "sheatbelt", how to fold notes in funky ways, and how to "march" in Marching Band without really marching. And when she graduated? It all went to hell in a handbasket.
I still remember those frozen-hair mornings fondly and miss you, my Nebraska friend/neighbor!! So I say... let's plan a reunion of our own someday!! Screw formality!! :-)
Anna, may I cuss on your blog? Okay great, here it goes....Fuck those people!! :) There, does that make you feel better? 'Cause dropping an f-bomb usually makes me feel better. Love, Cousin Ashley
Post a Comment