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My 30 Year High School Reunion...

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Last night I went to my 30 year high school reunion. It was overwhelming at first. Over 100 alumni showed up. I was very thankful that there were name tags, because I had a hard time figuring out who was who. A few looked exactly the same, most looked a lot older (hair and wrinkles) and had gained some weight. A LOT of the men were balding or totally bald and had beer bellies. We all hadn't seen each other in ten years - I guess going from the late 30's to the late 40's is a huge time for physical change!

I was fortunate to graduate with a class of 470 students who had some "cliques", but also had a lot of compassion for people. For our homecoming queen Senior year, we chose the most compassionate, friendly, hard working girl- not the most physically beautiful girl. I will always be proud to be part of my high school class.

It was nice to see everyone and hear about what they have been up to. Everyone talked to everyone, regardless to how close anyone was with another in high school. I went to school with several of them from first grade through twelfth! One is now a record producer, and another who was very quiet growing up ended up being very high up in command in the military. I can't remember the title, but my husband who was in the Navy was very impressed. Another is in charge of the Trauma Unit at a local hospital.

A couple close friends from high school attend, but the majority did not. My BF couldn't go because she lives in Texas and already has to fly up a lot to attend to her sick mother. I am not sure why the others didn't come, but now I have decided to catch up with them on my own. It is so nice to hear how everyone is doing.

And, no matter how much older everyone looked, it was really neat to see them act and talk the exact way they did in high school - that will never change!

So, I regard attending as a positive experience.
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INFLATED 11/26/2011 10:48PM

    A lot of things have shaped me into not caring how I look. I had an attempted rape by a fellow I knew since I was a teenager, my husband falls all over himself to give attention to other women and pretty much ignores me and I am jealous so that can be like a cat fight between us. His uncle, deceased, said I was tempting men by wearing shorts (they were Bermuda shorts) and I never wore them again except to sleep in. I think I put on the pounds as a way to hide and also food gave me comfort when I was hurting.
I am teaching myself to let things go, I am to old for the stress. I can't compete with a sexy body. Mine is scarred and has physical problems. We don't have money for makeup and hair coloring or getting my hair done, new clothes or a gym membership.
My friend at the thrift store always wanted me to go to a reunion. The 45th reunion would be in 2014. I don't know if they have one then, or wait until the 50th. It is near a resort area so the cost to spend the night there is high.

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INFLATED 11/26/2011 3:02PM

    My best friend from high school died in a car wreck. I met her in 7th grade. She was the daughter of a Navy man and was failing math. I used to erase her answers and write in the correct answers so she would get a higher score. I told the math teacher that she wasn't dumb, her Dad had to move a lot while he was in the Navy and she didn't get to stay in one place long. He tutored her in Math and she was an Emergency Room nurse when she died.

She was an artist, an equestrian, a Mom and my friend.

Our class goes to expensive places and though I would like to see those still living, I have never gone to a reunion.

One friend I graduated with, was my manager at KMart and now she's the manager at The Salvation Army Thrift Store. Only her hairstyle has changed.

I think the reason I don't want to go is when I was working in my hometown, a friend of one of my old boyfriends came into the shop to have his car serviced. I asked him if he knew my old boyfriend. He said he did and then asked if he knew me and then he said, "Damn, you got fat! You've let yourself go!" It hurt and I weighed half of what I weigh now. I guess it is a self-protection mechanism in my subconscious, I don't want to experience the negatives about my appearance.

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