Random Thoughts From My 20-yr High School Reunion

So here I am, back from that 20 year high school get-together thing. It wasn’t a formal reunion or anything, it was more like a small smattering of people from four different graduating classes, showing up at the same bar at the same time.

In a way, writing YA is like sentencing yourself to high school all over again. (Your crime is time and it’s 18 and life to go…) At least the way I work, I have to go back there. I have to be in that place. It’s not hard for me to embrace my inner teen. A big part of me never grew up and is stuck there. I guess I just didn’t realize how much.

Anyway, it made me think some more about what it’s like to be young. Remember how dumb that was, when just talking to a guy could start rumors, teasing, speculation, petty jealousies?

And then those same boys grow up to be men who kiss you on the cheek, just to say hello.

Isn’t that lovely?

And aren’t you glad to be a grown up.

The day after this thing, my husband and I went to visit a friend who wasn’t able to make it to the thing. And he’s sitting there asking us questions about it. Now, my husband has this excuse that he missed the last two years of high school with us because he moved away and didn’t move back until it was all over. But I…don’t have that. So we’re talking about who was at the thing, and I was like so-and-so, but I didn’t really talk to them, and so-and-so, but I never made it over to that side of the room. And the friend says, “Did you just sit in the corner all night?”

“Um, yeah, what are you, new?”

“Look who I’m talking to,” with eyeroll.

We had both spoken at once.

And, yeah, what I realized this weekend was that you can’t expect to spend your school career trying to avoid eye contact, and then the next couple decades trying to put the whole miserable experience behind you, and then expect to remember anyone or have them remember you.

So I guess what I really learned this weekend was that, while I thought I took elements of myself and really focused them into something more extreme that is Joss, well, probably myself that was was a bit more extreme than I like to remember.

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10 responses to “Random Thoughts From My 20-yr High School Reunion

  1. So, is Joss really like you were when you were in high school? You don’t have any super powers that I don’t know about, do you? Oh, wait…you wield the Pink Hammer of Doom. LOL

    I’ve already had my 30 year reunion. Now that was interesting.

  2. Good for you for even going! My husband has skipped all of his reunions, which bummed me out because I’m the kind of dork who actually likes to go to them because the me that was was the kind of dork that liked going to high school dances.

    • I heard that part of the reason that we didn’t have a regular reunion was because part of our class had a get together and didn’t invite most of us. Which…yeah. That sounds about right. I remember going to one homecoming dance with friends, and I went to my proms, but I think that was it, and I probably cut out of those early. I was the sort who had a boyfriend more often than not, because I like a guy to stand behind, so it wasn’t that. Just, ugh, social. Does not like.

  3. I think I might be less social than you.

    I went to school for what was required of me and when the last bell rung I was out. No clubs, sports and certainly no dances for me. I was having way more fun doing my own thing and all of my friends shared a similar disinterest in the extra curricular stuff. Except for those friends, like you said, no one from my school would remember me. I don’t see any reunions in my future.

    A little bit of my social butterfly wife has rubbed off on me, but I’m still the champion at becoming one with the walls.

    • Dude, I had to go to prom. Pretty in Pink was a huge influence and what if I grew up to be that woman who kept feeling like someone was missing and started counting her kids and then realized no, it was just that she didn’t go to prom?

      Incidentally, I went, and that still happens to me, so that whole theory was bogus, but how was I supposed to know that?

  4. Well done for going, seriously, I wouldn’t even dream of it. Why do people lie and say they’re the best days of your life? 🙂 It’s hard to imagine people growing up – I hate when people say teens in y/a books are unrealistic, don’t they remember school? 😀

    Pros: You have the insider info to make Joss super authentic.

    I just thought, if my school had a reunion (pretty sure, like yours, there have been a couple of mini ones) the ten year one would be next year. Ick.

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