Next weekend is my twenty year high school reunion. According to the internet, a family fun center in town has been reserved all day for the event.
Yeah, I’m not going to that.
I hated high school.
Starting in eighth grade, each year of school was worse for me than the one before. By my senior year, I had zero close friends.
Our senior class trip was to the theme park Lagoon, outside Salt Lake City. I spent most of that day wandering around the park by myself, trying to look like I was rushing to meet someone so that no one would notice the miserable teenage girl trying not to cry.
That’s how I spent my daily lunch break, too.
And this was my own fault.
I was the girl who completely abandoned her friends when she had a boyfriend. (And the boyfriend usually didn’t go to the same school (because he was usually out of school).)
I was the girl who held a grudge and refused to talk to or even be friendly with someone after I decided they had wronged me.
I was the girl who always said no to party invitations and extracurricular activities due to my anxiety.
To be fair, I did have a part time job so I wasn’t always available. And we did live out in the country so I missed a lot things just because of proximity.
And like every high school there were bullies and cliques. But honestly those problems were the worst for me in elementary.
I still went to football games and the odd dance. I went to the senior formal with three of my girlfriends because none of us had been asked to go. And I went to the all night party after graduation, but like Lagoon, I spent most of that party trying not to look as miserable and lonely as I felt.
What I’m trying to say is, my experience was not the worst experience in the world. But it’s not one I treasure or reminisce about.
I hope everyone I went to school with is happy in their life, and I wouldn’t presume that any of them are the same today as they were twenty years ago. I’m sure not!
There just isn’t any reason for me to go to a reunion. Those are just some people that I used to slightly know. Used to be corralled into a room with. Used to hide from and avoid.
A few years ago, Jason and I burned all of our yearbooks. Talk about cathartic! I’ve never regretted it. High school is something I survived, and I’m glad I survived it. But I have no interest in reliving it.