Confluence Chronicles – Where City & County Meet 6-28-10
My 40th high school reunion will be the weekend of July 4! Forty years! That is for old people and I’m not even 60 so I can’t be old. My small grandkids assure me I’m not old. Most of the class must feel they are not old either. There is also an “All School Reunion” at the same time which deflects some of the “glory” from our class. Two thousand were expected for both festivities but only 500 or so registered. Since there is a caterer involved, they needed a number. Our class is using the free time from the larger group to have our own get-together. It will be more well-attended by our year group. Many of our classmates live around the area and see each other often as we go about our business, making a reunion less enthralling.
Our class was made up of the jocks, the chick clique, the hoods, the nerds, and the rest of us, just average kids with no claim to fame. At our 10-year reunion, the topic of discussion for many was how drunk they had gotten the night before. By the 20th, it had become a game of one-upmanship; who had made (or lost) the most money. After the 30-year mark, our classmates were becoming individuals instead of being labeled as a member of some group. In 2001, I had the privilege of dining with an over-the-road truck driver, a Harley Davidson owner and rider, and an electrical engineer – and these are just some of my female classmates. Our valedictorian, previously known as a nerd, is the motorcycle mamma and the other two dropped out before our senior year, later returning to further their educations.
We no longer talk about drinking nor money. Success is being measured in more personal ways. We all view life as a gift now, instead of a given. Classmates have had their share of serious illnesses, parents passing away and some have even lost children, I suppose.
It’s interesting to note how far the pendulum has swung from bragging about accomplishments to being modest. Classmates who have earned Ph.D.’s don’t mention it. In fact, we only found out about one of the degrees by searching the classmate’s name on Google – he didn’t put it on his nametag. Collectively our class’ biggest accomplishments are loving life and living it to the fullest.
People who live here may not believe much is happening yet when classmates come back and begin asking, “What happened to …?” The residents realize a lot has changed, although gradually. It takes the eyes of the visitors for us to see what we really have. Many of those visitors like what they see so much that they move back, and we are glad to see them do so.
When you have opportunity to attend a class reunion, I hope you will; if nothing else, nostalgia and memories are interesting.
Peggy can be contacted at Peggy@PeggySanders.com.
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