Reunions, Shmeunions! (But then again...)

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Terry and I have been debating the merits of attending her 20th high school reunion which is to occur this August. She never really had a bunch of friends in high school whom she wants to visit with. If we went, it would be mostly for the purpose of seeing the one or two close friends she did have (whom we could visit any time, really) and for the purpose of showing people that she is a somebody (mother, pediatrician, wife) instead of the nobody that they expected her to become. (In spite of her being valedictorian…)

I thought my 20th reunion had already occurred without my knowledge and had made the question of going to mine moot, and that was a relief. After all, why would I want to spend an arm and a leg to take my family south for a meeting with a bunch of people whom I haven’t seen in 10 or 20 years and have been doing remarkably well having not seen? These are folks I’ve lost touch with, for the most part, and I’ve got new friends I can see weekly or even daily, who know me and not the 18-year-old me. These are people whom I ride bikes with, go to dinner and a show with, and have kids and economic/social status similar to mine. The folks from high school? Well, I’m sure they’re all just as different from their old selves as I am from mine, so why both going to meet up with people whom I probably won’t see for another 10 or 20 years?

But then I got an E-mail from a classmate (Hi, Patton!) saying, Hey, just catching up, our reunion is coming up in September, and have you heard about Facebook?

Yeah, I’ve heard of Facebook. It’s that teeny-bopper social networking site. Except that User Friendly mentioned it the other day and it’s not a teeny-bopper who’s depicted as using it. Hmm. Do real, adult-like people (people like Patton) use it? Patton said that he’d found and reconnected with some of our mutual friends that way, and, though he doesn’t promote “the establishment,” he recommended that I check it out.

So I did.

For several hours late last night. (That made sleep rather difficult, by the way. So now I’m kinda’ draggy this morning.)

I found Kieran, Jon, Stephanie, Jackie, Margaret, Ann Margaret, and many, many others whom I haven’t even tried to connect with. And Patton, too, of course.

So tell me: Why, if I’m so disinterested in my classmates, did I spend so much time trying to find out so much about my classmates? What is it that made me wonder what they’d been up to for the last 20 years? Why do I suddenly care?

Honestly I don’t know. But now, having seen some of the profiles of these folks… these adult versions of the kids I knew… it makes me even more curious! For some reason, now I really want to go to my reunion. I want to meet these new and interesting people. Heck, they were interesting when I was a kid; they look even more interesting now.

Yes, I know some of them probably haven’t grown up—no, “matured”—much in the last 20 years; instead, they’ve just gotten older. But some of them have, I’m sure, blossomed into world-changers. Some of them have become mothers and fathers. Many have gotten married. Some have gotten divorced. Some have even died—I’m sorry I won’t get to meet the adult versions of them. Some have done exciting things; some have done boring things.

And now I want to meet them all, to find out what has happened to a group of people connected by time and seemingly-randomly-drawn boundaries of a school district. To compare notes and see if we’ve learned anything about being adults, participants in society, valuable and interesting in some way beyond what that piece of paper we all got that day in May of 1988 said we were.

So I guess I’m all, like, Class reunion, here I come!

(Unless it really was in April.)

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