For no special reason, I didn’t have a lot of friends in my own class - my best friends were all either a year older or younger than me. This is one of the reasons I didn’t go to my prom, and it might be one of the deciding factors in whether I will ever go to a HS reunion (I graduated in 1996, and we didn’t have a 5 year reunion). There were some people in my class I enjoyed chatting with in classes or whatnot, but only one or two that I hung out with outside of school. If I happen to be in my hometown when the reunion rolls around, I’ll probably go. But I can’t really see myself travelling across the country to spend an evening with a bunch of people that I wasn’t really close with ten years ago.
Another fringe person here – I went to the 25th and the 30th, and would have gone to the earlier ones but we lived across the country then.
Even though I haven’t stayed really close to anyone, even “my group”, it’s fun seeing how everyone turned out, what their spouses are like.
Man, what a bunch of surprises too. I’ll spare y’all the details, cuz I don’t wanna look catty. 
I didn’t go to my 5 year, nor do I plan on going to any potential future reunion. I didn’t have a bad time in high school or anything, plenty of friends and all, just none that I was close enough with that I’d care about seeing them again.
I was drug kicking and screaming to my 10th by a neighbor. She was also in my graduating class her husband would not go. I was not the type to draw attention to myself in school and figure no one would want to talk to me. But things turned out much better than I expected.
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I borrowed my dad’s 57 T-Bird to take to the reunion. The car was the star when we drove up but we also got plenty of attention.
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The neighbor I took was dressly extremely hot that night. She made me look good too.
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Because of my exploits at the local race track and having my name in the sports section of the newspaper on a regular basis, many who wouldn’t give me the time of day in high school sought me out. I didn’t have to buy a drink all night.
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Being one of the few single guys there, I also drew the attention of many of the women there. It was one of the two times I awoke in bed with someone I didn’t intend waking up with the night before. She told me the next morning that she was engaged to be married. I thanked her for a good time and we haven’t seen or spoken to each other since.
I didn’t make it to my 25th three years ago. I an not in contact with anyone from my graduation class now so I doubt I will go to anymore. God forbid, if for some reason I am ever single again, I might reconsider.
Did not attend either the 10th (1992) or the 20th (last year).
Even though I did okay in high school (editor of the student papaer, student council, etc.) I was an outcast because I REFUSED to do drugs. (Which is not to say I didn’t drink like a sponge fish.) So, the in-crowd had nothing to do with me. Three advanced degrees and one fairly popular network television show later (sorry, no more details), I have no desire to see those losers.
They had no use for me then, I have no use for them now. It was amazing to see that the girl almost universally recognized as the best-looking girl in our class had porked up to at LEAST 300 lbs. (Saw the photos on a Yahoo! group site started by the reunion committee.)
If one’s high school reunion is ANY point of pride, get a life.
My wife and I graduated high school together and have gone to the 20th, 30th and 40th reunions. We missed No. 10 because I was overseas playing soldier. There were around 200 in our class. Strangely, the reunions have become more fun and better organized as time has gone by and as the pretensions have come off.
The only bad thing that happened is that at No. 30 I wanted to spend some time with the best English teacher the world has ever seen and got stuck at a table with an old friend who has turned into the worlds biggest bore. Instead of getting to thank my teacher for all his futile efforts to educate me I got to listen to the bore pontificate about the Lindbergh Kidnaping and the innocence of Bruno Hoffman. The teacher died a few months later. I suspect the Lindbergh symposium may have been a contributing cause.
My advice, go! Like many of you I hated high school and couldn’t wait to get out of there. On top of the usual adolescent agnest, I had transferred into my school at the beginning of my junior year and was very much a fish out of water in a highly cliqueie school where most of the attachments and networks were carry overs from grade school–the Longfellow clique, the Horace Mann clique, the Roosevelt clique, etc. When everybody is pushing 50 or 60 all that old stuff ends up being given just the importance it deserves and you end up with an evening with a bunch of people with whom you have much more in common than you would guess. Plus, if you don’t go, you will never find out how badly that bunch of jerks you hated all those years ago has done. Living well is the best revenge.
I went to both my 5th (96) and 10th (01) but I can’t say that either of them were spectacular. I was kinda bored for the 5th, and for the 10th I was kinda nervous. I’ve gained a LOT of weight, and I wasn’t looking forward to seeing all my classmates (most of whom never gave me the time of day - a common theme here) with their still-perfect bodies. And I was pretty much on the button. Only a few of them had gained weight, and I’d say I definitely gained the most. I felt very self-conscious most of the time I was there.
I did however, for reasons unexplained, create a small website for our graduating class. I was asked by the woman who organized the reunion to tell everyone about the website. At the dinner (after the “awards” ceremony - with awards ranging from “most miles traveled” to “best post-partum body” GAG) I was asked up to the podium to speak, and I noticed while I was up there that about 75% of the people in the room weren’t even looking at me, let alone listening to me. Once again, I’m 14 and invisible. Talk about some self-esteem issues resurfacing. That was a year and a half ago, and I am still getting emails trickling in (from people who were at the reunion) saying they had no clue we had a website. :rolleyes: Yeah, I’d say many of the people hadn’t changed at all, and I don’t mean that in a complimentary fashion.
But, curiosity killed the cat, and I’ll probably return to the 15th. I’ll probably even update the website between now and then. I guess I’m a glutton for punishment.