Last Saturday was my five-year class reunion. I finally decided to go, even though I didn't like most of the people in my class. I did, however, want to see the people I did like and a few friends I haven't seen in over a year. But first, I'd better explain what I was like in high school and how people reacted to it.
In high school, I was "the quiet kid", but everyone knew I was smart. I was the kid that would answer the question that would stump everyone else. But being quiet is a dangerous thing, especially in a social setting like a high school. Quiet is synonymous with "crazy" and "dangerous". If people think you won't have anything to do with them it's because you're plotting against them. That's the back-stabbing world of Popular Teen U.S.A. At our senior banquet, I was pegged as person most likely to be the next Unabomber because I was quiet and smart (a big shout-out to Terr at this point), even though I hate violence and I hate physically hurting other people. I've never even been in a physical fight before, and I'm not very confrontational. Try telling that to most of my classmates, though. I was the person that was going to come back to the five-year reunion and blow them to kingdom come.
So, this five-year reunion thing came around quicker than I expected. I didn't get my explosives ready in time so no one was killed. When I showed up to the reunion with my fiancée, it was all jocks in attendance. They said "hi", asked me how I'd been and what I was up to, and I told them. Then I sat quietly and waited for my friends. It took a while, but eventually they showed up, including Crazy Carl who turned me on to Chick-fil-A. He also had a toy lightsaber and after they showed up I opened up quite a bit. I talked to my old friends, and a few "enemies", and pretty much everyone was OK with each other. A few of my best friends didn't come, but I can't blame them. They were shunned for their own reasons during high school.
The whole reunion eventually turned into a high-schoolesque drunken party, though, and since my fiancée and I don't drink publicly, we were pretty much pushed into a corner by ourselves. After a while of trying to talk to each other over the loud music, we decided to sneak out and have a personal evening back at her house.
I was amazed at how some of my classmates haven't done much with themselves. Many of them smoke now, which is one of habit I can't stand, and many of them drink way WAY too much. Some that I thought were certain to go far in college were doing blue collar work. It kind of made me feel good in a way.
After this reunion, though, I don't plan on attending anymore.
In high school, I was "the quiet kid", but everyone knew I was smart. I was the kid that would answer the question that would stump everyone else. But being quiet is a dangerous thing, especially in a social setting like a high school. Quiet is synonymous with "crazy" and "dangerous". If people think you won't have anything to do with them it's because you're plotting against them. That's the back-stabbing world of Popular Teen U.S.A. At our senior banquet, I was pegged as person most likely to be the next Unabomber because I was quiet and smart (a big shout-out to Terr at this point), even though I hate violence and I hate physically hurting other people. I've never even been in a physical fight before, and I'm not very confrontational. Try telling that to most of my classmates, though. I was the person that was going to come back to the five-year reunion and blow them to kingdom come.
So, this five-year reunion thing came around quicker than I expected. I didn't get my explosives ready in time so no one was killed. When I showed up to the reunion with my fiancée, it was all jocks in attendance. They said "hi", asked me how I'd been and what I was up to, and I told them. Then I sat quietly and waited for my friends. It took a while, but eventually they showed up, including Crazy Carl who turned me on to Chick-fil-A. He also had a toy lightsaber and after they showed up I opened up quite a bit. I talked to my old friends, and a few "enemies", and pretty much everyone was OK with each other. A few of my best friends didn't come, but I can't blame them. They were shunned for their own reasons during high school.
The whole reunion eventually turned into a high-schoolesque drunken party, though, and since my fiancée and I don't drink publicly, we were pretty much pushed into a corner by ourselves. After a while of trying to talk to each other over the loud music, we decided to sneak out and have a personal evening back at her house.
I was amazed at how some of my classmates haven't done much with themselves. Many of them smoke now, which is one of habit I can't stand, and many of them drink way WAY too much. Some that I thought were certain to go far in college were doing blue collar work. It kind of made me feel good in a way.
After this reunion, though, I don't plan on attending anymore.
Jeez.
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