At our ten-year reunion, our class president read a memorial that he wrote for our classmates that had died since graduation.
Or, as he put it, “…those who have suffered a fatal death…”
And to think that he actually took the time to write that down.
I dare my school to find me. I don’t know if they’re having a reunion (it’d be 10th for me as well), but if they are, they’re going to have a hell of a time finding me. I’m not in a phone book right now, and I’ve moved about six times.
I wouldn’t go anyway, seeing as it’s a long way to Los Angeles.
Gratuitous Political Cheap Shot:
You went to high school with Dubya?
“I’m sorry, but I will be unable to attend the reunion, because I will be busy GETTING ON WITH MY LIFE.”
My wife and I met in high school, and she is bound and determined to go to our ten year reunion, which is coming up. I am just as determined not to go, because all of the people I liked from high school I still see on a regular basis. I even still see some of the people I didn’t like, and that’s not nearly rare enough an occurrence. I need to move further away.
My 20th would anniversary would be this year, too. Haven’t heard a thing. And I’m listed in classmates.com.