Sometime next month, it will officially be 20 years since I graduated from high school. I'm struggling a bit to process the time lapse. It doesn't really feel like it's been that long, but perhaps still being connected with a high school for 15 of those 20 years has skewed things a bit for me. I never really got away from Homecoming, prom, graduation, Julius Caesar, and teen angst in general.
I went to a small school---there were 59 of us in my class. A few have died...others would likely be happier not remembering their school days...but many will choose to participate in some festivities this summer. I know that a lot of people are uninterested in reunions. It's true that people do move on with their lives after high school (we hope) and that the people we become don't always have much in common with the people from our pasts. But I think there's something to be said for "collective memory." It is easy as a teenager to be wrapped up in your own life. You don't always notice everything happening around you or be very interested in other's perceptions. At this point in my life, I am curious about other people's experiences and how they fit (or don't fit) with my own. I like the idea of being able to reconnect with those who had some similar years to mine. I haven't anyone in my adult life who knows that other me. Now's my chance to go back and try to integrate things.
Besides, who can resist the allure of an event which has a schedule of "9 p.m. until Denise pukes"? (It reminds me of last year's group where children were invited to the bar.) It could be that everything old is new again. For now, I just can't believe that 20 years have gone by. Say it isn't so.