I told Eddiefriend the other day that once you've been out of high school for 10 years you can make up whatever stories you want about your time there. I've still got another two years before I begin teling everyne that I was the Prom Queen but Eddie's reunion time is up next summer. Luckily for him he really was the Prom King. (We were on somewhat of a different soocial scale back then, it's all evened out now...in fact now I totaly surpass him in coolness.) But more immediate...Brannen is up this summer.
"My 10 year reunion is this summer"
"are you going to go?"
"um......no!"
I'm not going to go either when my time is up. Because unlike everyone I know...I HATED high school. I mean, I hated it HARD. I had a small group of friends who also hated high school and we spent our time sitting at Denny's and talking about all the people there that we hated. As we got older we moved on from Denny's and drank a lot of coffee at pretentious places with cute grungy waiters and had names like "Fuel" and "Rochambo" (which we lovingly referred to as "The Roach") The boys in my group of friends had long shaggy hair and wore old man clothes from thrift shops. Or they had mohawks and leather jackets. I can see why my dad was always so nervous about my friends...but they were far more harmless than the preppy future frat kids doing keg stands down the street. The girls in my group of friends wore courderoy and shirts that they had made themselves out of the cheap calico you buy onsale at the fabric store. Or they wore shredded leggings and dark red lipstick. Lisa was a raver for a while. I wore a little bit of everything but was mostly into overalls and long flowy Pier 1 type skirts and blouses (remember when Pier 1 had clothes?) My fried Bill once declared a snowball fight in the denny's parking lot and shouted "Punks versus hippies!" I wasn't entirely sure where to stand so I just through snowballs at everyone.
Most of my friends were a year older than me and therefore graduated before me. There was a girl fight meltodown between me and a bunch of my girl friends senior year that started with me telling my friend's mom that my friend's boyfriend was an asshole (which he was) and ended with me having about 4 friends left on graduation day. There was a lot of dramatic note passing that year along with a day when I took everything my best friend at the time had ever given me and dumped it in the lunchroom trashcan. Yeah! Take that!
So, let's see...John and Lisa I'm still friends with...Eddie I'm friends with even though we didn't know each other in high school, but it counts anyway. So instead of going to a reunion in two years I'm just going to put out this list of people of whom I would like an update on...
Jackie Ehlers
Erin Billeb
Rachel Sahagian
Erin Donohue
Bill Wroblewski
Jason Schmidt
Yeah, that's good. So if any of you know them...tell them I say hi.
You know, instead of having to go through all the trouble of a reunion, they should just print a booklet and mail it out. In the booklet there could be everyone's updates and then an email address or something.
Oh, high school...I thank god every day that you wern't "the best years of my life".
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Not for all the tea in China, or any other country. I hated my highschool, too, hon. (Or should I say they hated me!) Don't go! I was lucky to have moved out of state my senior year to a great school. Too bad it was only one year...
You mean, all that instense planning at the pancake house was for nothing?
I went 2 years ago to my 10 year reunion. And now, I don't have to go to my 20th. The cool kids back then all married one another and still live in the same town. The guys are all policeman or fireman and at 9:00 were doing beer bongs on the dance floor. I drank refrigerated red wine out of a Solo cup and chatted with all my friends who showed up. Funny how the uncool, smart kids moved out of state and have great jobs/lives. One of the cool girls who never spoke to me in school came up and hugged me drunk and told me how she sometimes puts on her 1994 compilation CD's and reads the yearbooks while drinking a beer.
If that's not reason enough to go, I don't know what is.
I went to my 10 year. All the cool kids back then married one another and began doing beer bongs on the dance floor while Boys to Men played.
Meanwhile, I sat with my friends, the smart kids, who all moved out of state and each of us had cool, interesting lives.
At one point in the evening, as I was sipping my chilled red wine out of a Solo plastic cup (in a hotel mind you) a drunken popular girl came up to me, swung her arms around me, and told me she misses high school every day. She bought a 1994 compilation CD and told me she sometimes sits in her living room with all the old year books, listens to the music while drinking a beer, and cries.
While trying not to laugh in her face, I thought, THANK CHRIST I DIDN'T PEAK IN HIGH SCHOOL.
Now if that isn't reason to go, I don't know what is.
All i see is: "I LOVED HIGH SCHOOL. I LOVED HIGH SCHOOL. I HATED EVERYBODY, BUT I LOVED HIGH SCHOOL. I LOVED HIGH SCHOOL. I LOVED HIGH SCHOOL. I LOVED HATING THE COOL KIDS. I LOVED HIGH SCHOOL. THAT'S WHY I LIVE ONLY 90 MINUTES AWAY." and so on and so forth. just kidding.
John, you loved vomiting in high school. Jason Schmit considered an eigth of a tank of gas as 'full'.
okay, i'm done.
hey brooke-
jackie schroeder (ehlers) here. so funny that we were bored at work and my friend googled my name and i saw your blog?? is it?? I'm not really sure what that is even. But anyways, my husbands email address is schroest@hotmail.com, if you want to send me an email. i really don't know how to use this thing for sure but i would love to hear from you. hope you are good.
love,
jackie
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