Most of my memories of HS were me being harrassed or make fun of
I’ve kept in touch with those who I consider my real friends from HS
No one from High School has tried to find out what I’ve been up to. If they cared they could find me easily since I’m in the same town as I was then. Hell I’m at the same address.
It’s being held on a FRIDAY night. Excuse me what if I get a job between now and then. My employer isn’t going to like me asking for time off so quickly. If I say I’m going and pay then can’t get the time off if I get a job, I’m out the money.
You want to charge $75.00 per PERSON not Per COUPLE for a buffet dinner, two hours open bar and DJ. For crying out fucking loud I know people who have had wedding ceromies here with a dinner where you are served, open bar for four hours and DJ and it cost them less than $150.00 per couple.
I hope this is pit worthy. I didn’t want to curse in the other forums.
My ten year reunion was last year. I was the one bulllied around by everyone too, and I also still talk only to the people that were my true friends. But, I wanted to go to my reunion. The “in crowd” made my life so miserable, they were so sure that I would be the big loser and I wanted to show them that I am not now or ever have been scared of them. The cost is what stopped me, I figured that I could do a lot more things with $120.00 then eat dinner. The reunion company that planned it offered a memory book, I bought that and was thrilled to find that most of my enemies were still living home, without jobs, relationships, money or any goals at all.
It was sweet reading.
P.S. No offence to anyone who is in this situation, it’s just good to see the mighty fall.
I just received my invitation for my 20th reunion. No nice dinner, no dancing, no boat cruise on the lake. Want to guess want they have planned?
A fuckin’ keg party! :mad: The invite does say that you can “bring your own” if you prefer (but cans only please) WTF, if I can’t bring my wine I’m not going.
I must say this is in keeping with the class of '82’s reputation as being the worst party class ever. There were 2 full pages in our yearbook devoted to the “Fall of Freak Forest” which was the patch of woods across from the school where the “heads” smoked joints every morning.
My reasons for not going to my 10-year reunion are about the same as the OP’s. I was bullied and harrassed and considered to be one of the mega-geeks. I didn’t have very many friends as it was. To make matters worse, our school split up into two schools as a new one had been built when my senior year started. I attended the new school and was in its first graduating class. Nearly all of my friends remained at the old school and graduated from there. Since I hardly knew or cared about anyone who went to the new school with me I saw no reason to attend my reunion. It also turned out that I had made plans well in advance for another activity that conflicted with the reunion. Quite honestly I would have been embarrassed to go there anyway. I was (and still am) single with no kids, and the job I had at the time (retail worker) wasn’t exactly all that glamorous.
As others have mentioned on this thread, my true friends are the ones who still keep in touch with me. I registered my name on classmates.com over a year ago but nobody has ever contacted me. I doubt I’ll bother going to the 20th reunion, either.
I actually organized my 10 year reunion. I had no job at the time and nothing to do, so the HS friends I keep in touch with asked me to do it. It was a success, and it made me realize that I thought I was a loser in HS but I was not that unpopular… people knew me so for me it was kinda cool. It was done in our HS student lounge for 20$ a piece (open bar for 3 hours and finger food passed around by a cool waiter). People loved the idea. As the evening was ending people kept coming up to me and telling me I should organize the 20th reunion… YEAH RIGHT! My ass… it took 8 months to track people down, get addresses, countless hours on the phone with mothers not wanting to give out information about their kids. So now the 20th has come and gone and no reunion… I work now
It will take, effectively, an Act of Congress to make me go to mine.
Similar circumstances to the OP: they made me feel like I was about as welcome as a leprous atheist (catholic boarding school). And I’m roughly 500 miles from them now, so when spring of 2004 rolls around I’m gonna get that invite and … well, I won’t tell them to shove it, but I don’t anticipate going.
This year should have been my 30th. No one planned one. Nor was there a 20th, or a 15th. I attended the 9.5 year reunion - what a waste that was.
There are maybe 5 people I’d like to touch base with again, but I’ve had no luck finding them on alumni sites or doing name searches on them. And after all these years, I doubt that any would remember me anyway - I usta be quiet and shy and all that crap.
If I need to resurrect those days, I’ll dig out my yearbooks.
I never went to my 10th reunion either, and I haven’t regretted it for a minute. I was a “brain” and poor, which gave the rich kids at school a wealth of ammo for their harassment. The last year and a half at high school, I punked out. My whole small group of friends did. Most left us alone then (scared, maybe?) but the harassment that continued escalated into physical violence. But that’s a whole other post.
The girl who phoned to tell me about the reunion was one of the former bullies. She acted like I was a long lost friend that she was simply DYING to see. I explained to her that high school was hell for me, and I couldn’t see paying 100 bucks to see a bunch of people that tortured me for 3 years.
I didn’t go to my 10 year and probably won’t go to my 20 year (if there even is one). I went to three different high schools and attended the one I graduated from for just one year. I doubt many people would even remember me and frankly I don’t remember most of them.
I didn’t go to 10. If they had a 15, I didn’t hear about it. I will not go to my 20 which is being held in a restaurant in Los Angeles in August. I have a few friends from those days and I still am in contact with them. I don’t give a shit about everyone else. I don’t hate them it’s just that I care about them as much as any other random group of 600 people who are about my age. I wish them well but I don’t care about their occupation or how many kids and/or marriages they have had in the last twenty years.
I’ve gotten a couple of phone messages about it which I haven’t returned. Just yesterday I got a letter from them which I threw out unopened with the rest of the junk mail.
I’ve done well over the last twenty years. I have a nice house, a beautiful, fit wife and I’ve travelled all over the world. I’m not wealthy but I am very comfortable. I am still in great shape and look much younger than my 38 years. Do I want to go back and show this off to everyone? Nah. I have better things to do on my weekends like go on bike rides, walk my dog, hang with the wife and post on message boards.
A lady I worked with a few years ago was the head of her 10 year highschool reunion. She planned for it for over a year. She talked about it to anyone who’d listen. She was popular, and a nice, very friendly person.
The night of the reunion, she was on top of the world. All her friends were around her, everything had gone off without a stitch.
Finally, she got on stage to sing karroki (sp?). I don’t know what song she was singing, but, right in the middle of the song, she fell over dead.
I didn’t attend my 10th for much the same reasons as the rest of you: I wasn’t popular and there really aren’t a lot of people I would even remember, let alone want to catch up with. I, too, suffered from bullies and other unkind people, but what do you want to bet that those people have grown up and are doing just fine? I mean, where’s the fun in seeing that? I want to see silly cheerleaders who put on a lot of weight or have substance abuse problems - don’t tell me about your great kids and your charity work! Jeez!
Don’t you think that the whole school reunion thing is some deal held over from a time when people went to much smaller schools pretty much stayed in the same town after graduation? “Oh yes, for the good old days at Whatever High.” Please. High school was a stepping stone on the way to the rest of your life - nothing more.
Heck, I was fairly happy and untraumatized in HS. I was neither bully nor victim, and because I was captain of the High Q team (local TV high school trivia game show) two years running, I was actually popular.
I just don’t care much about seeing anybody. I knew lots of people, but I really had only one or two close friends and I know where they are. As for the rest…what on earth would we have to talk about? I don’t really feel any burning desire to revisit people I last talked to during the Carter administration.
The only way that I knew about my 10 year reunion was when I drove by the school. I had left Calgary right after high school and never thought about it. Nobody bothered to try and track me down, even though my mother and several friends still lived in Calgary.
I have a few good memories about high school and a few bad memories. There was nothing that would have made me go to the reunion, or even want to go.
OTOH, my father is going to his 50th reunion in about a month.
I didn’t go to my ten year, nor did any of the people that I would have wanted to see (we stay in touch)
We all decided that when they announce another (15? 20?) we will all meet at a nearby bar and discuss old times. If we get sentimental (or drunk) enough to want to see “the others” we will crash the party.
Keep in mind that, like you, those you went to HS with have grown up and matured as well. It sucks that during the teen years many kids are mean or insensitive but it’s unlikely every one of them has remained so afflicted.
You might look upon this as an opportunity to finally meat the real them and they the real you.
Okay, I see that I said “meat”. That was a typo but it brings up another point… Do you have any idea how many people have gotton lucky at their reunions?
Her: You know, I always kinda had a crush on you.
You: Well, you get the idea.
I had the time of my life at my 10. I certainly wish you the same.
