My 25th is in two weeks; I just put my “yes” reply and a check in the mail this morning.
I went to the 5-year and it was ok. The 10-year was cancelled due to lack of interest, and apparently there was a 15-year that I never heard about. I skipped the 20-year – which was a pretty big reunion because of both the number of years and the fact that everyone my age had suddenly started using Facebook – but I did attend a smaller “pre-reunion” that year.
I was on the fence about this one, but a few of the people I’m still in touch with are planning to go and so I figured “what the hell.” It’ll suck a little to be one of the few there without an SO, but whatever. I’ll find one of my friends and their SO and hang out with them when all of the “OMG you look great!” small talk is over and it’s time for dinner.
(Also, like John DiFool and actualliberalnotoneofthose, I look 10 years younger than most of my classmates and I admit that will be kind of fun. 
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I did not go to my 10th, although I heard it was really lame and unorganized.
My 20th is next year, but I have no desire to go. I have some pretty bad memories of high school and I’ve kept in touch with most of the people I want to be in touch with.
My class (at an all-male school) apparently had no party hostess members. We’ve never had a reunion as a class, and I think last year would have been the 35th.
Most other classes do have reunions, and the school now invites all alumni to every annual reunion picnic as guests. From the photos, I think four or five from my class attend in any given year.
The only reason I’d attend is to deliver a good right cross to one schmuck who screwed me out of yearbook credit for the only significant activity I did in three years. (I was recently going through my yearbooks with AB jr., came across the omission, and looked the guy up. He ran for state congress a year or two ago and there on his bio, right at the beginning, is solo claim for the activity. Fuckin’ loser… but I still want that punch.
An addendum to my post of 2 years ago. Class of '72, Parkville High School, didn’t manage to pull together a 40th, but we did glom on to the '73’s reunion the next year, along with '74, '75, and I think a few from '71. I decided to go and my spousal unit opted out. He was the smart one.
There were 3 “bands” playing, taking turns. I think most of the band members fell in the various classes. Two of them, apart from being too bloody loud for such a small venue, weren’t too bad. The third one was playing current pop hits, and I only recognized one of them because I saw it on Colbert.
I met up with 2 of my friends from the old days - one who became my friend when we were Bio lab partners. That is, I did all the “icky” stuff and she took notes. Despite that, we’ve stayed friends. The other was the friend who came with the husband to the 10th reunion. The 3 of us hung out together after the reunion was over just to chat.
I talked with one guy whose badge named him as a classmate, but I didn’t recognize the name. Then again, there were over 800 of us and I was shy back then. I tried talking with some other people, but the damned music was so gawd-awful loud, there was no point.
I’m cured. No more. Don’t care. I would love to reunite with my boot camp company, tho, just to see what became of everyone…
I went to a small high school and our graduating class was under 100 people. I was a very skinny 135 lb kid with shoulder length hair. After HS I joined the military. There went the long hair plus the doctors found out that I needed glasses. I was somewhat of a late bloomer plus got in a lot of exercise. I put on 40 healthy pounds of muscle in the 10 years.
I went to the 10th reunion in 1982. Since we were such a small class, they didn’t make up name tags. I was there for a few minutes when a couple of my female former classmates asked me whose husband was I? I’d even dated one of them a few times back in the day. They were certainly surprised with my answer. Due to my military haircut, glasses, and changed physical appearance, I had to reintroduce myself a few more times that night.