i just received an invitation to my fifteen-year high school reunion.
i can’t believe it’s been fifteen years since i put on my gold cap and gown and marched to ‘pomp and circumstance’ in the warm sun of a june afternoon. in some ways i can hardly remember the person i was in 1993, driving my grey ford festiva and listening to tapes of ‘the cure’ and ‘toad the wet sprocket’. i felt like i had everything figured out, like i was on top of the world.
but on that day in june, i knew my time was running out. i knew that reality was coming for me and i wasn’t ready. as applause filled the air and blue and gold caps rained down from the skies, i smiled knowing that each click of the shutter was bringing me a moment closer to my life in the real world. no more hall passes and guidance aides and lunch periods. no more yearbook themes and french trailers and homerooms. no more holiday assemblies and morning announcements and driver’s education. whether we realized it or not, on that day in june, we had all graduated from more than just high school.
i am planning to attend this reunion, curious to see where life has taken everyone since we shared that sunny afternoon in 1993.
Tags: 1993, high school, reunion
23 June 2008 at 6:46 pm |
It has been that long. I don’t know which is crazier – the fact that we survived four years of high school or the fact that we survived the four hour stupidity of the Scholars ’93 ceremony. Don’t spend your 50 dollar savings bond all in one place (like for two gallons of gas) when the interest ceases in another 15 years from now…
I miss ninth grade English with Ms. Davis talking about her ex-husband. And in homeroom with thirty seconds to go realizing that I had French homework due and copying it all from you. And then nearly catching me, then you on fire in Chemistry. Talk about fun. Sometimes I wonder why you even email me back…
23 June 2008 at 6:53 pm |
haha, scholars ‘93, i had totally forgotten about that stupidity. i found the group photo from that ceremony a few months ago at my parent’s house — what a night!
ms. davis was definitely memorable and i’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for mme gritzinger. sometimes i wonder what happened to them all.
high school wouldn’t have been the same without you. i should probably thank you for keeping things interesting, and also for not catching me on fire.