I graduated from high school 10 years ago, and had been wondering if my class would have a reunion. I hadn’t heard, so I assumed my lazy class president was sleeping on the job. I was a little disappointed. It would have been interesting to see some of those people.
But when I got home tonight, I had an email message entitled, “reunion,” from an address I didn’t recognize. I figured it was spam, but opened it just to be sure. Instead, it was from a classmate who’d married, so I didn’t recognize her address with her new last name.
She got tired of waiting for someone to arrange a reunion, so she’s working on it for sometime in October.
Suddenly, instead of excited, I felt apprehensive. What will these people be like? High school is such a catty time for us females, and the mere thought of seeing all these people again brought back those feelings of insecurity and competition. What’s that about?
The feeling faded (mostly), but I’m already wondering what I’m going to wear. Time to eat salad and carrots and go shopping.