High School

Friday, November 09, 2007

I really didn't care for high school much. I wasn't into all the bullshit that everyone else seemed to be into. I didn't want to be Miss Popularity. I didn't like guys. I didn't play sports or participate in any extracurricular activities other than choir. I had acquaintances in just about every group with the exception of that one group who were so "cool" that they could only be friends with people in their own little group, and who for shits and giggles randomly made people feel like shit.

I didn't really hang out with anyone from school. I preferred people who lived in the less than middle-class parts of Memphis. I liked sitting at the coffee shop or playing pool at the pool hall with people 3, 4, hell even 10+ years older.

I didn't care about football games or anything remotely school related. I went to the Homecoming game only to sing the National Anthem and then run like hell for the parking lot as soon as my part was done.

I went to my junior and senior proms only because I was harassed into going. I only enjoyed my junior prom because I was less than sober. I wasn't as fortunate for my senior prom so I stayed long enough to take pictures for proof of attendance.

I know my high school days could have been a hell of a lot worse. I was outed my senior year by my "best friend." I was harassed a bit but only by a small group of people. It was devastating enough that I switched schools in November. I ended up coming back 3 months later and honestly for the most part people acted like nothing had ever happened. I was still harassed a bit, but it wasn't anything I couldn't ignore.

I didn't keep in touch with anyone from high school. Which is sad because I had known most of those people since 2nd grade. It's only recently through a forgotten myspace account that I've been in touch with anyone I knew back then.

Suddenly I'm getting e-mails about our 10 year reunion next year.

Part of me is kinda excited about seeing some of those people again.

The other part of me wants to puke at the thought of being around those people.

Hell, just yesterday I got another e-mail about the reunion. This one in the form of a questionnaire. It asks if you are planning to attend. It asks if the charge for attending will play a factor in whether or not you attend. It asks you to check which activities you are interested in.

They are planning for next Fall:

  • A Friday night Homecoming get-together in conjunction with a tailgate party
  • A Saturday afternoon barbecue
  • A Saturday evening cocktail reception
I want to send a questionnaire back in the same mass e-mail:
  • Are the girls still going to act like shallow bitches?
  • Are the guys still going to do nothing but drink and brag about sex?
  • Are the "cool" ones still going to ignore everyone not in their incestuous little group?
  • Are you going to freak the fuck out when I show up with my wife?
I know I'll probably end up going to all 3 events. I know I'll probably reconnect with one or two really great people. I also know I'll end up feeling shut out by that certain group just like I did in high school.

So why am I even contemplating it? Why not just send back their little questionnaire with a big FUCK OFF written across it? (This is especially tempting as the organizers of the reunion are the people in that particular group)

I guess part of me wonders what I missed by not giving a shit about football games, dances and the usual high school rites of passage.


thewishfulwriter said...

Ahhh...high school. I actually didn't get to make it to my ten year, but from what I hear...it's a lot more fun that high school ever was...people grew up (and were no where NEAR as pretty as they once were :)

you might be surprised!

or they still might be shallow.

and you can just feel sorry for them because it must suck to not have changed in ten years....

Jennifer said...

I'm thinking of going just for the shock value.

I can hear the whispers now, "can you believe the lesbian showed up?"

SP said...

You have every right to be there. Hopefully at least some of them will have grown up enough to not segregate themselves by social clique.

I hope you go. I hope you have an amazing time. I hope that those who would treat you poorly are made uncomfortable enough by everyone else accepting you and your wife that THEY LEAVE, not you.

Maria said...

I have never been to a reunion. But, it wasn't that I didn't want to go, I just was too busy.

I could take or leave high school. I was in the brainy group. We were all little Hermione Grangers. We picketed the school cafeteria and got them to stop using styrofoam. I liked to think of myself as an activist.....

Jennifer said...

I still haven't made up my mind whether or not I'm going.

I have to decide if I can muster up enough interest to make the 3 hour drive and dedicate an entire weekend to those people.

Not to mention that I don't even know what weekend they are planning it for. I hope to have started grad school by next fall so I might not be available to spare the time needed to attend.