Wasn’t really friends with anyone in my own grade. Why bother?
I had nothing but the school in common with most of my classmates while I was there, and had still less ten years later. I don’t wish any of them ill, and will chat with them if I happen to bump into any on my rare visits to my hometown, but I have never felt any need to reconnect.
I went to my 10th, 20th, and 30th. Did not go to the 40th - it is too depressing to see that I went to school with a bunch of old people.
I have friends left from high school, but when I see them we don’t spend the time complaining about our health issues or comparing medications.
Regards,
Shodan
I’m not sure my high school has done any reunions since I left, but I doubt I’d bother going if I got an invitation. I’m still in close contact with all my school friends, so if I went I’d basically be spending an evening hanging out with people I was either ambivalent about or actively disliked.
My then-wife wasn’t interested in going, and the number of people I was interested in seeing was incredibly small, especially compared to the amount of money the alumni association was charging for attendance. I gave it a pass.
I think I did. It was mismanaged: they wanted to hold it at the place where he had held dances in the summer, but the venue wanted insurance and it was expensive. They held it there anyway. The ordered extra meals just in case someone showed up at the last minute (it was an open buffet, so that was utterly unnecessary). They ended up doing a 50-50 raffle to recoup costs (and didn’t).
But other than that, It was fun. We had a small, close-knit class, with few cliques (and nothing like they’re portrayed today – they were just friends who hung out, and usually didn’t belittle anyone else) and it was great seeing each other. I’ve gone to several more.
6 miles seemed an awful long way to drive to see a bunch of people I have ignored since we were last forced to be in one place.
I got an invite to a 30-year reunion and declined. I’m 450 miles away and I’ve not been back there since I left.
I was constantly bullied and miserable the entire time. I had no friends there, and hate the people that I remember to this day. I have zero interest in meeting any of them again or revisiting that period of my life.
So I never even contemplated going to any reunions.
I can’t think of any event I’d more rather miss.
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“I was a high-school loser; never made it with the ladies…”
Mainly because I went to 2x different HSs, each in a different state. I really didn’t have enough resident time to “bond” with many folks. Additionally, I had little to show for my life 10 years after high school. Now that I’m “somebody”, nobody cares. Hell, most days I don’t even care. 
Because 2017 hasn’t come around yet.
I’m already in touch with the people i care about being in touch with.
Because I was never particularly sociable and I don’t (and never did) party. Didn’t seem to be any reason to go to the 10th, 20th, 30th, or 40th reunions (and the chances are nil that I will go to my 50th for the same reason, assuming I don’t kick the bucket before then).
I’m not sure they even had one. But high school sucked so badly, I never wanted to see those guys ever again. Still don’t feel the need.
That was the main reason for missing the 10th, if it was indeed held. The main reason for missing the 20th was I was all the way over here in Thailand. Same for the 30th. They’d be prepping for the 40th now, and same reason.
I didn’t hear about the tenth year reunion. During the twentieth year reunion I was pregnant, with a slipped disk in my back. Only at that time we didn’t know it was a slipped disk, because they couldn’t take an x-ray or an MRI. For all we knew it was a shattered vertebra (and that’s what it felt like!) So, yeah, I just wasn’t really into going out, you know?
Some people were cool. There were a few unresolved things though and a couple of the more steroid-abusing types got worse with age (and drink).
One of the nicest guys there (who I actually get along with) is a local cop & even he said “Ignore the assholes & let it go. Does “Somebody’s going to Emergency, Somebody’s going to Jail” sound like fun choices to you for tonight? Me neither. I’m off duty. Here… have a beer.”
I’ll always appreciate John Cusack in Grosse Pointe Blank for his deft handling of some raw under-current emotions guys have when going to reunions:
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Everyone wants to be the guy who talks down the drunk bully that keeps trying to start fights because his life sucks. And he wants to do it in front of The Pretty Girl.
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Everyone, deep down, hides the savage brute; the one who wants to think that if an unstable asshole rounds a corner in front of you and attacks you… that you could shove a fountain pen through their eye and kill them.
Personally, I’ve always thought about that scene and wondered…
…was the ink black or more of a BIC pen blue…?
I still hang out with many of my friends from the time. The rest I don’t care about. I also seem to have a very poor memory (whether faces, names, or otherwise) for anyone that falls below some mental threshold. I barely remember most of my high school teachers, so I’m certainly not going to remember the majority of the student population. Second-worst period of my life, anyway.
Only about half of my HS year attend the reunions and they’re mostly the half I would be happy to never ever see again in my life. So there’s a good reason not to go.
There was a 5? year reunion but I was 700 miles away and heard that the top two jocks got into a fight. None or our class leadership ever expressed any interest in organising anything. A few years ago one of the HS cliques started a “girl’s night out” turned into a small 35th reunion; there were people there I would like to have seen but I didn’t know that the meet-up had grown to 25-30 classmembers.
An issue I deal with daily on Facebook is that most of my old friends are women and I really can’t critique or admire them in conversation with my wife. I think this would make a reunion uncomfortable for both of us.