I Like the Past Right Where It Is….
by Lisa Donovan
My ten year reunion invitations have started rolling in - my email has been inundated with notes from people I don’t even remember telling me how great it will be if I can pay $55 to come and hang out with the folks I used to hide from as a teenager. There is a lot about the world that I have never understood, but a high school reunion is, by far, the most confounding.
I am proud to say that I don’t want to relive those days and a lot of those relationships. Anyone whom I valued in school I still talk to on a weekly basis - we don’t need a reunion to keep in touch. High school was not my “glory days” and I am pleased that it is over. Don’t get me wrong, I had so much fun in those days - it had little to nothing to do with my high school though or the people I graduated with. In fact, I pretty much hid in the art studio and dark room the entirety of my senior year…. I just don’t see the point. If I have to put on a name tag for people to remember who I was, chances are, we never really wanted to know one another in the first place…..
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April 18th, 2006 at 11:37 am
I had the same attitude about my high school reunion. The people I did remember, I didn’t want to see again. However, a very different thing happened to me with my college reunion.
Although most people who know me today find it hard to believe, I was frat boy my first two years of undergraduate college (before I met my wife). We had some great times together, even though they were horribly irresponsible and juvenile experiences. My memories from that time were so good that I jumped at the chance to meet up again with them 10 years later.
The result of that weekend reunion in Nashville, TN, was my decision to move to Nashville — which I did in a matter of months — with a 2-year-old and pregnant wife in tow. It’s been about 7 months now, and I have no regrets. And that’s all from a random college-frat-boy reunion.