My 20 year reunion should be next year. I’m already planning the trip home. I definitely want to go. I want to prove to these people that even the most undesirable person in the class can find somebody…
Plus I have lots of family there. The trip won’t be a waste. 
Ah . . . high school. :: projectile-vomits in the direction of Portsmouth, RI, making sure not to hit Euty or any other RI dopers on the way ::
There’s a gathering in DC scheduled for May, I think the week of or the week right after exams. Um, yeah. But it isn’t a class gathering so much as a gathering of people in the area.
It requires a tie, among other things, which doesn’t surprise me (boarding school and all). And it would be mighty amusing to se a bunch of women in their 20s wearing ties.
However. I keep contact with that school to a bare minimum for a reason. And though I’m tempted to say “Hey, morons, why are you scheduling an event DURING some people’s exams?” to the coordinatorbitch-person, I don’t want to waste the effort.
So no, I have no plans to ever go near the place again. I’d rather not flip out and have to start pounding the fuck out of whatever was nearest. Especially if the nearest object was human.
I’ll echo delphica to some degree. My 30th is this year and I’ll go. I went to my fifth, my tenth and both of my 20ths.
I enjoyed them all. The “both” above refers to the fact that I spent 7th-11th grade on a scholarship at a prep school, where I eventually became perpetually on the outs. These were hippie lynchin’ times and I just could not master the appropriate haircut, which finally got me expelled. And I managed to be the first person ever caught smoking on campus (by my next-door neighbor and biology teacher and assistant soccer coach). The offense had never occurred before, so there was no known sanction. I didn’t even get a detention hall, but everyone who followed got expelled.
While I’d started out well in sports (very much a requirement), when the hippie thing enveloped us all, I was more open about not actually enjoying football, and quitting the team was not a popular move. I became one of the bad boys who wrote of the benefits of legalizing marijuana in the underground rag.
And had manny detractors (by the end the coach regularly used me as an example of pond-scum). So I went on over to the local public high (right next door as a matter of fact) for my senior year.
I have found that all the h.s. b.s. has evaporated in its entirety. People with whom I had dismal relations were quite companionable. This phenomenon is possibly partly due to it having been a small school (graduating class ~45 people) in a big little city.
My chief antagonist (captain of the football team and SG pres, whom I ran against) hosted a dinner party at his house for one of the events, and displayed his mighty wealth (so what?). And I enjoyed some truly stimulating conversation with him (sports attorney).
So, I’m not saying that you won’t encounter any of the old b.s., but my experience has been great so far, and I would encourage anyone to go, try it. WTF, you can always leave if they won’t talk to you (but I doubt that’ll happen).
I’ll confess my one attendance at the 20th for my H.S. that I attended for only one year wasn’t GREAT! But it was an OK schmooze - much bigger school, ~3200 students in grades 10-12, but once again, everyone had blown off the b.s., or so it seemed to me.
I strongly urge you to go with a plunger on your head.
Homer’s HS reunion, awhile in the future
Homer: Hello, Dondalinger.
Dondalinger: Homer, is that a plunger on your head?
Homer:looks up D’oh!
And that all of course reminded me of yet another memorable high school reunion I attended.
I think I might’ve posted this before, but WTHey. When I graduated from my 2nd H.S., I was invited to my 1st (7-11) High School’s senior prom. My date was a 10th grade gal from my history class. We’d gone out once before (John Mayall concert with this opening act none of us had ever heard of before - Alice Cooper). We had a great time and I spent a long time, as the sun came up, agonizing over the kiss goodnight. Sheesh!
Well, I was fresh out of high school and life whirled and twirled before me. So I dived in…and never saw her again.
Until… one friday afternoon 22 years later I get a call at my office (how she found me there I’ll never know). It’s her! Her 20th reunion is coming up and she had such a good time at my prom she wants to know if I’ll be her escort. I’m astounded and tell her this will require SO clearance. My SO says that if this gal mustered the cojones (yeah, I know…, you’d have to know my macho girlfriend of the time) to do this, then I should go and be her escort.
So I did. And I had a blast! These folks were by and large under my political radar during high school, but I found manny post high school acquaintance and bona fide friends. One of the guys in my poker club! A gal I dated in college! A bunch of music friends!
And my date was as beautiful as she’d been 22 years before. That was a great reunion!