Class reunions, friends, snobs to the end

June 27th, 2007

Go teamWhen I went to high school, I was an art nerd. I loved art. My dream was to become an art teacher for children with learning difficulties. I had friends, but wasn’t popular. I was friends with the “out cast” kids. The ROTC, band, drama, and art geeks. The goth kids and the shy kids. I am sure today that most of the kids I knew are more comfortable in their skin then the popular kids. Seems like the out-cast kids were the ones that weren’t paying attention to whom was dating whom. We didn’t care about going to parties and getting wasted. We were into our own thing.

This past weekend was my 20th class reunion. For about 10 minutes, I thought about going. I really did. Then, I realized why I didn’t want to go. The people that were putting on the event weren’t my friends 20 years ago. They were the snobbish cheerleaders, the testosterone junkies (i.e. football players), and the “most likely to be like Ted Kennedy” class candidates. These people would make fun of me, my clothing, and my lack of “cool”. Did they really think that I wanted to rush out and become close pals 20 yrs. later? Pleez!Football

I didn’t go to my 20 yr. reunion. I still talk to five ladies that I went to school with. We have kept in contact with each other through Christmas cards and letters. We all have our own lives with children, homes, and careers. Hearing from them always makes my day.

Another reason I didn’t go to my reunion is satisfaction of life. I didn’t become rich or travel the world. I am not famous. I am happy. I am a mother, teacher, care-giver, wife, daughter, and friend. I make a little money here and there selling books. I would like to write/illustrate children’s books. I paint murals and would like to do that for a living when my child has gone off to college. I am happily married and quite content with life. I don’t need to brag about it. I am right about where I would like to be. No complaints.

To the popular folks that wanted me to rub elbows with them, thanks for the invitation. I am still the art geek that doesn’t fit in with the “in crowd”. I don’t really think you would have liked me showing up in my bowling shirts and Converse tennis shoes anyway. I still enjoy not clawing my way up the popularity ladder. The “out-casts” down here are much better company.

2 Responses to “Class reunions, friends, snobs to the end”

  1. Pamela Says:

    I felt so much the same way about my 20th reunion last summer. Went anyway. Enjoyed the friends I’d always enjoyed and realized everybody else grew up too. The most popular cheerleader in school, endured a sister’s suicide, survived her own breast cancer, and is a creative writer who values personal contribution over the “highlights” of yesterday.

    No one is fully formed at age 18. Some never are, but others reach amazing depths that are worth looking past the pom-poms.

  2. Shan Says:

    You are so right. Our high school years are often “not our best”. Especially for those that are “band geeks, art nerds, ROTC dorks, etc.” The blessing is that we all mature after high school.

    Coming from a fairly poor family, I was often made fun of because of my hand-me-down/thrift store clothing. The people that usually did it were the popular gang (i.e. jocks, cheerleaders, etc.) At the time, I felt like such an outcast. I can say now that I thank those people that made fun of me. They taught me to be strong and be “my own person”.

    For all of those that did call me names and make me feel bad about myself, it is water under the bridge. I still dress how I like, think how I like, and like who I am. I thank you for pointing me in the right direction. I wish you all the best in the future. Growing up isn’t so bad after all, is it? *grin*

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