My 10 year high school reunion was great! There were SO many people. The turn out was huge. Probably 100+ out of a class of 250. As I walked towards the pub, I was surprisingly nervous. Not sure why.
Memory is a funny thing. I have metal snapshots of people, faces, rooms, corridors, laughter, voices, books and endless high school moments; all frozen, and hazy whilst embedded in 10 years of grey matter; and all about to be transformed by the reality of time.
But I was greeted by faces I knew well. Hugs and kisses and photos went all around. Everyone looked so… grown up! I couldn’t help but look around and gawk at the sea of familiar faces. It was so weird. Everyone looked so sophisticated, mature, changed. Same, but different.
Some were balding. Some had beards. Some put on weight. Some lost weight. Some looked like fashion models! Some must’ve had plastic surgery. Or boob jobs. Or muscle training. Some looked like their dads. Some looked like my dad! And some looked EXACTLY the same.
We watched a video compilation of the big Year 12 events. I had wonderfully long conversations with old friends. I chatted with my maths & science teachers. I talked to ex-boyfriends. I had brief conversations with people who were once my bestest of best friends.
Lots of people had started their own business. Lots of people were bored with their jobs. Lots had travelled. Lots of accountants. I only met one other web designer. And only a tiny handful were married with kids!
So my 10 year reunion didn’t change my life. It didn’t shake the foundations of my youth. And I don’t really feel like a transformed person because of it. However, it was a brilliant way to spend a Sunday afternoon.