High School Reunion
Twenty-five years ago, I wanted to move on more than anything. I had just a few weeks before I graduated high school and looked forward to the next challenge in life.
I can’t say that I had a horrible time in high school. I took part in a number of activities, did well enough in the classroom and have lots of fond memories. But I never really created a solid core of friends.
Most of the time, I hung out on the fringes. I could blame the distance between my home and the school – I commuted from one side of Baltimore to the other – but grade school classmates of mine had no problem finding their place in the social scene.
By the time I got over my fear of getting in trouble, the time had pretty much come to leave for college. So I just had what fun I could, then went off to the wilds of western Pennsylvania to start over.
I’m getting a little nostalgic about all of this because I went to my 25-year high school reunion the other week. Actually, I passed on the formal reunion event for a number of reasons and attended the more casual Happy Hour event with 25 or so guys.