Class reunions… Gahhh.
Okay. Here it goes. My 10-year high school reunion is this weekend. From the previously state “gahhh,” you have probably figured out that I’m not going. This is for two reasons.
1) This weekend, Mike’s and my friends from work are throwing us a joint bachelor/bachelorette party.
2) I don’t want to.
Bear with me. Let’s look at each year of reunion.
The 5-Year: It’s been five years. If you went to college, you’ve only been out for a year. You probably are in the very beginnings of your first job, considering grad school, in grad school, or job hunting. We are not that far removed from high school. Therefore, the 5-Year is irrelevant and should just jump off a cliff.
The 10-Year: Okay, we’re a little farther removed. We should be done with school at this point unless we’re getting our doctorates. Some of us are married–most of those are probably to people we went to high school with. The ones who married outside of that, I will say that a reunion is an excellent way to introduce your beau to the people who you went to high school with who don’t give a rat’s ass that you married someone outside of your hometown.
The 15-Year: If high school still matters to you at this busy point in your life, then you’ve got your priorities all wrong. Seriously–you’ve probably got kids. You’re 33 years old. Go live your life.
The 20-Year: See above.
The 25-Year: Things are settling down. Your kids might be in college, and in the flurry of raising them, you may or may not have lost yourself a little. But now’s the time you can do things for you. This is the only reunion that’s worth it. Go back, whether you want to see the people again, to relish in your high school memories, or just to see how crappy life turned out for everyone. Why not?
I think the above listing applies to all ages. But our age is different. We grew up with Facebook and Twitter. We pretty much know what everyone we went to high school with is doing. We’ve seen their engagement pictures, then their wedding pictures. Sometimes we see their divorce woes. Then we see their ultrasounds and their tiny nuggets.
We all know what we’re all doing–reunion or no reunion.
Cracked also has a different set of reasons that’s pretty hilarious.