We’re not upstate NY! Actually, I graduated with 297 out of the 314 in the class (including the ever-popular “girl that got told that day not to bother”).
Hearing about classmates that either OD’ed on heroin, jumped in front of a train or jumped off a bridge because they didn’t get into the greatest medical school and wasnted to save the embarassment for his family does not make me want to go to the reunions or even pull out the yearboks, though.
There was 4 inches and about 60 lbs less of me then. In my senior track picture, I’m this skinny kid with a mop of messy hair and glasses.
My daughter went to the same HS I did, 27 years later with the kids of some people I went with. "Dad, did you once really… (fill in embarrassing story )?
My senior picture I wore a rust colored three piece corduroy suit with a paisley tie. I remember the day. It was about 2 below zero and as soon as the picture was taken I had to go to work but left early because I had a bad stomach flu.