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I hated almost every second of high school, still look back upon it with great disgust.
I've talked to one of my old friends from there a couple times. Have hung out with another a couple times and that's it.
I wouldn't waste my time with a reunion ever and I still live in the same town. Being gone in the Army for 8 years caused me to lose touch with most everyone and I'd rather it stay that way honestly.
Haven't gone to one yet, I suppose the 30th will be next in 2012. I really didn't like anyone well enough to want to go back. My high school was huge and if you weren't popular for being rich, or popular for being bad, you were one of the thousands of invisible persons only taking up space. No one cared, especially the staff, if you got good grades and stayed out of trouble. I did just that, graduated, moved 700 miles away and, IMO, am a better and happier person for it.
I guess I really missed something as a total of five people came back for mine this weekend. I wonder though if those five people sat in a circle and told each other how great they are, themselves, or the rest of the 90 classmates that chose not to go. I guess most of my classmates think more like me now. I assume they will call it a success with approximatley 5 % showing. Hope they had the time of their lives.
I've been to one reunion in 27 years. I found out that the nice people were still nice, and that the jerks are even bigger jerks now. Besides that, I got to laugh at how fat, bald and ugly some of the hotshots became!
This year was our 30th, but like alot of you guys I haven't been to any of them. No one I really care about seeing, except maybe a few of the teachers, if any of them are still around.
my high school i finished at was full of little rich kids and heavy duty convicts awaiting a prison sentence. i have no need to meet any of them ever again. my class reunion form goes right into the trash next to the golf digest magazine
I didn't graduate but my wife did so I get to go to the reunions.
About 3 years ago they had a reunion and the class from the year before my wife and 2 years after all got togeather and had one.
I really had a good time.
One of the teachers there always picked on me, he was the Coach for the boys and I hadn't seen him since 1961 so I walked up to him and covered my name tag and ask if he remembered me. He wasn,t near as tall and mean as I remember but a shocked look came on his face and he disipeared into the croud.
My wifes 40 year reunion will be next summer and I look foreward to going to it prolly more than she does.
Most of the crowd are just a bounch of rednecks and were all brought up poor, including me. Some of them I don't really care for but I don't let them intimade me.
(Other B here)
Didn't get invited to mine. Don't care really, the friends I had there all left just like I did. It's not like the organizers couldn't find me either. My mom still lives at the same address. The few I see when I'm home remind me of how little I care about the rest of them.
Now, I wish I could have gone to my first high school's reunion. Those are people I wonder about and might like to catch up with, since most of us were military brats from all over the place and we lost touch over the years. I reconnected with one recently and it was great, still looking for a few more.
I got a major surprise the other day when someone emailed me from Classmates.com asking how I was doing. It was nice to be remembered after 14 years, especially by someone two grades higher than me.
we just had ours this summer,they combined 3 yrs together 1977,1978,1979. i sent my money in if i decided to go, but i worked 12 hrs on the weekend and i really didn't want to go anyway.i'm like 85f250xlt, i hated highschool and would just as soon not even be reminded of those days.
One of the teachers there always picked on me, he was the Coach for the boys.
Our coach made my life hell. but he got his in return recently.
His one and only son publicly announced that he was gay!! (yep, happy as a jaybird). poor coach, I feel for ya man. uh ho, you better go. Your boy is aching for a spanking.
The only reason I'm going to mine is to hit on all the fine women in my class, and to make fun of all the "rockstars'' who didn't make it. Childish? Oh yeah...