Last night I got a Facebook invite to a page announcing my 20-year high school reunion. Although I don't spend much time thinking about my high school experiences, I really have nothing but fond memories of those days.
I only attended that high school for two years, and admittedly, it was not an easy transition to the new school. Picture a new kid in a small school trying to make friends with people who had known each other for years and years. And picture that new kid being a little too loud, a little too opinionated, and a little too small town for a big city school.
It wasn't a perfect fit, it's true. But at the end of the day--or, at least, by the end of senior year--I was happy with the journey I had taken.
I liked my teachers (except one).
I liked my friends.
I found the girl who would be my best friend forever.
I found the guy who would stay by my side forever.
I was involved in choir and drama; I went to all the basketball games to cheer on a certain blue-eyed someone. I didn't do that well academically, but I don't wish I spent extra time completing homework. Even though my junior year ended with an F in one class (from a teacher I didn't care much for) and a D in another (from a class I enjoyed with a teacher I later TA'd for and am now Facebook friends with), I have no regrets in that area. I was perfectly average, and I suppose I had a perfectly average high school experience.
Thinking about the upcoming reunion, I started to wonder who might be there. No doubt plenty of people won't come because they live too far away and traveling would be inconvenient--I happen to know one of my classmates is deployed to the Middle East and a class reunion would certainly not be on the list of reasons a soldier could be excused from duty. But there are those who could come but won't...for a whole host of reasons.
If Jason wasn't married to me--who will not only force him to attend, but help host one of the reunion events here at the Family Farm--I doubt he would go to a class reunion. Not because he didn't enjoy high school, but because he just isn't that interested in a social event like a reunion.
That's one reason why people don't go.
Then there are those whose high school experience was not that great, or at least, not good enough to warrant any interest in what people are up to 20 years later.
I'll be there, though. Because sometimes perfectly average experiences make for wonderful memories 20 years later.