I can't believe it's been twenty years since I graduated from St. Joseph's Academy for Wayward Girls, er, St. Joseph High School. MoBob is researching airfares for the reunion weekend and clynne generously offered to host us.
Well. I had a hard time in high school. With the perspective of 20 years, I realize now that in high school I was a smart, well-liked, good-hearted, cute and accomplished young woman. Why didn't I know that at the time? When I look through my high school yearbooks I see that the classmates who signed came from every clique and every class. But I what I remember most acutely was a time of extreme unhappiness and alienation, and real relief at graduation. I'm afraid to dig up my journals from that time because I know every anguished word rivals any staged production of Mortified.
I have mixed feelings about attending the reunion. I missed the 10th because of my grad school schedule. There are some people I'm looking forward to catching up with, and I'm curious about many others, plus it's a good excuse for MB to visit SoCal. (From all the Buffy DVDs he thinks every school is like Sunnyvale High.) I'm trying to put it all in perspective - I've changed a lot since high school, and all for the better.
My calculus teacher always opened class with this prayer, and a bunch of us put it in our senior class message.
The 10-year was really stressful for me ... until I got there. Then it was just fun. Not to be snobby, but I turned out SO MUCH COOLER than most of our classmates. Other than noticing that, it was mostly just a chance to catch up with people I had genuinely liked back when. Turns out there's no time for teenage angst when you only have a couple hours to recap the last 10 years with folks. Plus, being a grownup turns out to make that stuff matter a lot less.
I should contact Ms Mendoza and find out if you and I can tour the school on Friday or something. Just to see how the *same* it all really is, despite a large number of changes. I mean, or we could just take MoBob to Disneyland.