Went to my 10 year reunion just to see how fat and pregnant the cheerleaders had gotten. Skipped all the rest. I didn’t like those people when I was in high school…why would I go back?
I went to my 10-year reunion. A good friend who lives at the other end of the state (said state being CA) was going too, so there was motivation, but I wanted to anyway.
It was neat seeing some people, and I had a good time. I showed off my trophy husband. It was also kind of fun having this conversation:
Other person: “So, what did you wind up doing?”
Me: “I’m a librarian.”
Other person: “Of course you are!” 
And, to top it off, the guy who made my life miserable when we were 13 apologized. And I realized that I really didn’t care anymore–we were 13, of course we were both messes. Neither of us are those kids any more. I absolutely and freely told him I forgave him, and I felt great.
My 10 year is coming up this sumer :eek: where does the time go?? I really do not feel like going to mine only for the fact that I would have to travel from Nevada to Nebraska twice in 2 weeks. (My cousins’ wedding is the first weekend in June and the reuinion is the third weekend.)
I despised my high school years, plus all the people I feel I need to talk to I already do on a regular basis. The only reason I would want to go is so I can see how loosery some of the popular people turned out****** (which I have heard some good ones about those people) 
** Ya know, the football capitan that lives three blocks from the HS and now sell used cars, or the prom queen who is married/divorced with 3 kids and on welfare kind of stories.
I did not want to go, but did, with a friend who did not want to go alone.
There were a bunch of warm, friendly, sophisticated, and intelligent former class-mates, not to mention a couple of really hot spouses. I had a great time.
I haven’t been to one, and I wouldn’t go. It’s 1200 miles away, for one, and I purposely have never told anyone from my school days how to contact me, except for one friend. I didn’t want to see any of those people then - I certainly don’t want to see any of them now!
I promised myself on the night I graduated I wouldn’t go back until my 25th. Which is 9 years away now. :eek:
I didn’t have a horrible time in high school (middle school was far worse), but they weren’t exactly the high point of my life, either. I’ve kept loosely in touch with one or two of the few friends I had back then, but nothing lasting. There’s nothing pulling me back there (although I did visit the alma mater when I visited my family just after I got married) but there’s nothing that would make me not want to go, either.
Long and short of it: Check back with me in 2013 and I’ll let you know.
I’m looking forward to my twentieth (I missed the tenth) that should be next year. (I hope, I haven’t heard anything) I wasn’t popular but my high school wasn’t that big and I knew everyone (and they knew me as the chunky punk girl). Mostly I want to go because I know everyone probably thought I was most likely to become huge and I’m not. It’s petty but I want to go show everyone that I’m in shape. And just to see what happened to everyone and how far their lives diverged from what I would have predicted (as mine did)…
I have 3 years left to get back to the size I was in high school, and it’ll be interesting if I’m one of less than a handful of single people there.
I’ll go if I’m organizing it, I suppose.
(On the other hand, if it were a reunion for the elementary school I attended, I’d prefer to watch grass grow than see most of them again.)
I went to our five year reunion. It was a waste of my time, energy, and money. I should have known when they never sent me an invitation, despite the fact that my parents still had the same address and phone number as when we were in school and no less than three people contacted the organizers with my new address. But I was going to be in town for my grandparents’ anniversary anyway, so I figured what the hell.
The reunion consisted of a tiny buffet of finger foods that were completely gone by the time we got there, a cash bar, and a dj so loud you couldn’t hear your own thoughts, much less rehash old times with the other attendees. The class president met me at the door to snatch my money from my hand while gushing about how hard she’d tried to track me down. She was the last person outside my little group to voluntarily speak to me. The people I would have enjoyed seeing again weren’t there, just my close friends and the people who wouldn’t speak to me civilly in high school, who were all shitfaced and freak-dancing. I won’t be wasting my time going back for the ten year reunion.
My wife and I went to my ten year reunion last summer, and had a blast. Close to twenty percent of the class showed up.
I was most looking forward to catching up with my friends, a number of whom I had not seen in person since graduation. What I didn’t expect was that we met one of my classmates, an acquaintance, friend-of-a-friend sort of person, and her husband. We ended up spending most of the weekend with them and making new friends out of the experience.
I say go. To me, the experience of going and not having a good time would not be as bad as never knowing how it would have turned out.
I went to my 20th high school reunion and had a great time. I was too busy to go to my 10-year for high school or college. I blew off the 20-year college reunion, mainly because I was already in touch with the classmates I wanted to be in touch with, and because most of the people I felt close to were the year after I graduated.
Also, I had a really crappy job that year and didn’t want to swap anecdotes with the lawyers, professors and MDs who graduated from my class.
I went to my 10 and 20-year grammar school reunions, and frankly had a blast. People that would never have talked to me back in the day turned out by and large to be amiable, chatty adults, and it was really a lot of fun to see how folks turned out.
If my high school class ever got itself organized for a reunion, however, there’s no way I would go. I’m still in touch with the handful I care about; the rest… feh.
May well go to my 25th (in 6 years) and my 50th (I should live so long!), but otherwise I think I’ll pass.
Gah. Invitations to my 10th and 20th came and went; I didn’t go, couldn’t imagine going unless I had won a Nobel Prize or founded a Fortune 2 company, or something that would allow me to absolutely grind my heel in the face of every single mother f*cker I went to HS with. And it still wouldn’t be any fun, because the law forbids picking out 10 winners and nailing their still-wriggling bodies to the walls with railroad spikes.
The only thing worse than seeing those bastards again and being ostracized would be seeing them again and being welcomed as if I hadn’t been mocked and tortured at their hands for four years, as if it’s all OK now that they’re pillars of their little communities and they couldn’t have been all that bad, really…
Bitter? Me?
I hadn’t been to any of mine until I went to my 20th last year. I didn’t have much to say to most of the people but there were two or three that I really enjoyed catching up with and they were genuinely glad to see me, too. It wasn’t a great time but I’m glad I went.
I intend to go to mine if it happens - and drive the Dodge Dart to it that I drove to high school, just to show everyone I did manage to restore it after all.
No desire to go. Since I’m somewhere around a thousand miles away, it’s not so much the issue.
I actually had fun at my 10th. Apparently people thought I was funny back then. I thought everyone saw me as the big nerd I was (and still am) and maybe they did, but I had no idea they thought I was the class Dorothy Parker - they only voted me “Most Gullible.” Don’t know if I’ll go to the 20th in a couple of years. Depends on if some friends who have moved pretty far away decide to come.
The invitation to my 30th is downstairs. One of my best friends from high school is going, so I will show up.
I went to the five year, and the twentieth. The five year one sucked, as we had not changed enough. The jerks were still jerks, the stuck-up ones still wouldn’t talk to anyone, and I hung out with those friends of mine who attended.
The twentieth was better. Am I petty because I enjoyed seeing how little the jerks had achieved, and how much better looking the Lovely and Talented Mrs. Shodan was than their second and third spouses. I enjoyed catching up with one of my nerd study partners - she told me interesting things about her life as a neurosurgeon.
The thirtieth should be more of the same, I guess.
Regards,
Shodan
My 10th college reunion is coming up, and I’m kind of disappointed that I won’t be able to go. I got along far better there than I did at high school.
I skipped my 10th high school reunion without regrets, but I may consider going to my 20th. My motives, though, aren’t entirely pure: I’m in much better shape than I was in high school, I’m in a fun job that pays well, and I’m married to a hot babe. The little nagging voice of conscience is telling me not to go if my only reason is to show off, but I’m still interested in finding out what happened to everyone else.