OK, so I will be the first to admit I wasn't going to come to the reunion... until I got a call from a classmate (thanks Lynne) The 20th reunion was a big yawn. No blame to anyone who organized it. I hope to have some sincere conversations that aren't shallow. I am looking forward to seeing many of you!!!!!
School Story:
There are so many, where do you start. I remember dragging the gut, getting chased by lovers we interuppted on twelfth street, climbing up on the top of the Tropidara and trying to strategically drop items on to the passing cars (can't believe I am admitting that one). The sport trips, oh my gosh fly woman, that was the best. When our volleyball coach left the game because dunna and I were laughing so hard at our shanks... and many more.
I had originally not planned to come either Cindy...but mostly because of my own social anxiety. I know and realize that the reunions are what WE make them...not the organizers, and not someone else...but US. If deep conversation that isn't shallow is what we're after, then we need to start and seek those conversations. We all just need to be real, allow the vulnerability to show, and make connections. It is such an interesting "anthropological study" to see how grown people (me on the top of the list) shrink back to their insecure high school selves, clicks, and what we think somebody else is thinking. I hope as we grow and age that each reunion becomes more authentic and that we drop the masks of presentation and just BE. If you want depth baby...seek me out and drop some existential stuff on me...I'll give you deep :-) I wonder if some day we could even survive a "dry" (no alcohol) reunion. Nothing says getting real like stone cold sobriety (which is why I will NOT be busting a move on the dance floor).