Messages from the home front

[uberreiniger]

As some of you know, my ten-year high school reunion is coming up, and as some of you also know, I've been a bit unhappy about not being as far along in life as I'd hoped to be by this point. The other day, a fellow from my high school class e-mailed me wanting me to get in touch with him about the reunion since he's on the committee. Well, we exchanged emails and he told me about how our class had been raising funds, among other things by selling beer at the '93 class's reunion held at the VFW on our town's Main Street last year. His words were, "although *list of names of about six guys from our class who were working the booth* wound up drinking most of it, we still managed to raise $800!"

This really kind of helped put things in perspective for me. The guys mentioned are all really decent guys and I wouldn't ever wish a bad thing on them. But they were also among what you'd call the "preps" in our class. These were the guys who all the girls wanted to be seen with and who were supposed to go off and join the NBA with a huge Nike endorsement fluttering along behind them. It definately put things in perspective, knowing that while I may not have done everything I wanted, may not have gotten as far away as I wanted, that after all this time these guys are still right where they started: in the same town we grew up in, drinking beer down on Main Street, exactly where I left them ten years ago.

Comments

[skynock.livejournal.com]

if I have it my way I won't be going to my class ten year, I'll be going to the year above me's ten year, since I hated 99.99% of all the people in my age group, and was friends with most of the age group above me.

[uberreiniger.livejournal.com]

Around your age I felt exactly the same way, but anymore it just doesn't bother me. I look at it as a chance to maybe get to know some people for the first time that all the barriers of high school kept me from getting to know before. If nothing else, it'll be an interesting anthropological study.