Do people turn out the way you predicted they would? I am talking about a decent 10 years after high school finished. Are the pot-smokers still a bunch of dead beats just drifting through life? Do the brains roll up in their BMW’s? Does the average person have the average job, family, kids, etc? Are some people exactly the same way you rememeber them (personality wise) while others have changed completely?
Also, are they fun to attend? Do the memories come flooding back?
I didn’t go to my first several reunions. I guess I was disapointed with my own life back them.
Now I go to them all. We combine classes. I graduated in a class of 24. First graduating class in our town. Everyone before my class went to another town. We combine the first 5 years classes. Still only makes about 300 Classmates.
To answer your Questions
They aren’t anything like I thought they would be.
One guy I used to fist fight with constantly is friendly were not close but not even a challenging word.Thank heavens
Another guy the school bully and dumber than a rock has spent 30 years at the same job and is better off financially than most.
Probably the smartest girl was heard to say to her sister “Oh, do you remember those brats”
talking about my brother and myself.I think she had a crush on me.
Pot wasn’t popular back when I was in highschool. We knew MJ as that tobacco that Railroad tramps smoked.
Actually I guess to sum it up they all became people.
I went to my 10 year reunion last year. One of the dumb jocks now works for the police. All the players/dogs/whatever you call them are married with at least two kids. The drunks were still drunk (and one threw up on the dance floor), and the potheads kept mysteriously disappearing during the night. I would say to go with no expectations. The one constant was everyone was glad to see everyone. The “cliques” had virutally vanished. It was fun, overall.
What made you think of school reunions at this time of year?
Do people turn out the way you predicted they would?
I wasn’t making predictions when I graduated. I was so concerned about where I was going, I had little thought to spare for classmates. Typical (I think) 18-year-old self-centeredness.
**Are the pot-smokers still a bunch of dead beats just drifting through life? **
We didn’t have pot in small-town Iowa in the early 60’s. At least the teenagers didn’t. We had beer though. The only heavy drinker/party animal I knew of might be considered a deadbeat. He mows yards for a living and still lives with his mom. I don’t know if he’s happy or not.
** Do the brains roll up in their BMW’s? **
Nope. Our “brains” turned out to be remarkably non-materialistic. They’re doing quite well, financially, but no fancy cars. No show-offs at all after the first reunion at 10 years. I think everyone got it out of their system and just relaxed. Take me as I am.
My reunions have been fun. There have been surprises. One of my good friends who was religious in school, and a late-bloomer, has been married four times. Says one of her husbands tried to kill her.
We had one suicide – high school sweethearts, and she found someone else after 30 years. He couldn’t see his way around that, I guess.
The “nice” people are still nice, and the snooty ones have gotten pretty nice too. There are still a few who have something to prove – women who overdress, guys who think they’re still heart-throbs, people looking to connect with someone else’s SO.
One snooty one (cheerleader, boinked the football players, dad owned a clothing store and she wore something different to school every day and then put it back on the rack) talks to me now. It’s cuz we’re just about the only smokers left – common ground at last.
I don’t know how old you are (the pot reference makes me think 30’s), so you could attend a reunion and not be stuck looking at photos of grandchildren.
Oh. Nymsys’ post reminded me of this. The biggest cut-up, troublemaker, whatever, is now the Chief of Police in a fairly large town. Very responsible citizen but still has a great sense of humor.
I went to a 35-year reunion in Chicago in 1990 and I’ve been living in SC since 1982. One thing you can say is that there is no generalization. Kids weren’t into pot or drugs then. Two guys looks exactly like they did then, only older. One of them was the male valedictorian (along with me, I add in all modesty), but he never had to study. Never liked to and never did. Didn’t go to college, but he is quite the extrovert and is an insurance salesman. Doing fairly well, I guess. The other guy I beat out for the school paper editor. He stayed with journalism and edits some kind of house paper for a company. Making a living. There is a 3d guy who was quite skinny and I didn’t recognize him in 1990, although we used to go to night school (college) together and play chess. He sure has changed. Another fella was also allergic to study, but was a dean of some college in the Chgo area. He told me that a teacher told him that he had a lot on the ball and had to apply himself, which he surely did. I wish I had a teacher or two like that. One female passed away.