So I guess it must have been fourteen years ago that I started high school. I didn't particularly mind it until I transferred schools. The new school was full of obnoxious wannabe valley girls that wouldn't stop doing their makeup. I think I cried for months. The guidance counselor informed me that she was positive I would dropping out of school soon and that she was late for tea. I wasn't allowed to join the football team.
But I met Joann and John and Robert and Dave that first year. And then I joined honors classes - we hadn't had those at my other school. I made more friends - friends that liked math and science. I stopped crying.
I joined forensics, debate and theater, thereby changing my residence to the school. I had crushes on seniors. I went to prom with a senior. That senior forgot to call me. I saw Monty Python and the Meaning of Life and finally began to understand dirty jokes. I turned down an invitation to a rave before I knew what it was. I cheated in World Geography. I took Algebra II and Geometry at the same time because I really wanted to take Calculus. My Physics teacher told me not to date the boy that I was dating. I took my debate partner to the prom.
My guidance counselor handed me my diploma at graduation and my family did not hold their applause until the end. I had a steak at Lonestar before moving 8 hours away and finally learning how to live.
Next year is my ten year reunion. I don't think I have any of the tangible successes that one takes to a reunion to brag about how wonderful you've become after high school. But I think I started wonderfully and just learned to enjoy it properly. I don't think I'm gonna go.
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but then, who will go with me?
um, don't go?
I don't think I'm going either. I think I'm pretty much in touch with everyone I'd want to see anyways...
But you're coming to the twenty if I have to beat you about the head and shoulders, tie you up and drag you. And laugh at people. And then go to the Applebee's we used to hang out at and eat cheese sticks or something asinine like that. 'kay?
We can go to Applebee's anytime we're home. But we have to get blue drinks in addition to the cheesesticks or whatever. Although, if it were easy to be both at home at the same time, reunions might not have been invented. Drat.
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