I’ve just heard about two high school events. My high school. Where I graduated 26 years ago. Twenty. Six. My youngest brother in law is 26. Yeh.
So, one event is the school’s 50th anniversary. There’ll be an open house, and “social” (who says that in 2014?? 😐). That could be interesting, seeing a few people from way back, maybe a couple of teachers I liked. The chance, though, of seeing a lot of people I know are pretty slim. 50 years means a lot of kids.
The other event is smaller, put on by a few classmates from our grad class of ’88/89. NO! 1989 not 1889 don’t be cheeky! I admit it’s loooong time ago but still…
It’s to be at a pub downtown, smaller, more intimate, word’s being spread via Facebook, trusty news carrier service.
The thought of attending this one actually makes me nervous. I know we’ve all aged and drooped a bit. Hair slightly less full and shiny. Posture a little less striaght. But I’ve seen pix of some of my colleagues and a couple of them look great. I’m not ashamed to say how intimidating that is.
On Facebook you can post the best picture taken at the best angle in the best light in the best clothes. Live and in person is not always so flattering. One reason for going to these things it to see if the high and mighty have fallen. To see if the cheerleaders have lot a bit of the pep they had in their step. Time is meant to be the leveler of these things. I’m afraid I’ll go and everyone will look better than me, and then I’ll have to face the fact that I’m getting older.
We’ll see how things go.