Reunion Recap

These were NOT taken by my real camera. I didn't want to be behind the lens avoiding any interaction with my former classmates. Instead, I brought along my all-in-one pocket media gadget: my Palm Centro. We did not have optimal lighting conditions, but the smiles in these images shine pretty bright, regardless.

This is Paula, my high school BFF. She married some guy that I used to have a little crush on...


She still lets me sit on Todd's lap. He still likes it.


This is Christine, the most genuine girl you will ever know and the most fun you will ever have... and I don't mean that in a written-on-a-bathroom-stall kinda way.


Shaun... this guy was WAY too smart for his own good. Our high school counselor asked him if he thought that high school just wasn't for him. I reminded him that it wasn't. Because of his genius at finding loopholes, three rules were permanently changed in the student handbook. He took the GED and joined the Coast Guard. Now he's on his way to med school after a successful stint as a financial analyst. Guess our counselor was right. Genius isn't always in the form of a mold...



Randy (below) was my first crush. He had totally forgotten that fact. I had to remind him that I used to walk up behind him to snake the Fat Comb out of his back pocket so that he would chase me through the quad. He married one of my other classmates. They are so funny together... by the end of the night, she and I were drunk, laying on another guy's bed comparing nail length. Just like school...


Mr. Cool here is Craig. I never had a crush on him or anything. I just always loved his sleepy smile and killer dimples. He was one of those cool and quiet guys. Except for the beer gut, he's exactly the same.


I accidentally insulted Eric (below) by saying that he was the same but old. What I meant was, he had NOT changed... AT ALL! He looks just like he did in junior high. His wife is so so so sweet. I told her that I always knew he would marry someone just like her. He's a fireman now. Of course he is...


I once got arrested for shoplifting. I had totally forgotten about that episode until I ran into this Boozer. Brandy was always good for a party, especially when we were away on school sponsored trips. She admits that she still loves a good time. Brandy: Don't you go changin'...


My outfit was perfect... no matter how much I stressed over going without a bra... First time EVER doing that! Apparently, losing weight and regularly doing push ups works.


And can you believe that I didn't get Biggest 80s Hair???


At the end of the party, we moved to the bar, played some pool, ate some popcorn, and shut the place down. Then we headed up to Mike A's room, #617. Todd made sure we'd remember that number. He repeated it incessantly on the microphone all night. Supposedly, the guests across the way called security, but I still think it was Mike... he had the biggest S* eating grin on his face as we all left, beer and shoes in hand. My head hit a pillow sometime around 3:30 with a piece of cold pizza on my chest.

Aaaahhh... just like the good old days...

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What was your name again?

Most of us are given names that our parents thought sounded nice for the little being growing inside of them. The names could have been handed down as a family legacy, or maybe the choice was based on a biblical persona or saint, or even just a popular name at the time. Think of all the Jennies in the 80s...

Last night, I showed up to my High School Reunion with butterflies in my stomach and a pen to rewrite my name. The name I graduated included my bio father's last name. Unfortunately, until the last part of my senior year, everyone knew me with my step-dad's name. My first name was the nickname to my actual name but was not reflected on my name badge. I knew that was going to happen, so I was prepared to make the change. What was funny was walking in knowing that these people all knew me by that name. That was a person I was so long ago. I really liked that person... full of love and potential, regardless of the stupid adults thwarting her dreams at every turn. She had a fun time and made so many good friends. She enjoyed life and learning, even though sometimes she was too busy frolicking in the waves to show up for class. She laughed out loud and hugged everyone hello. Reuniting her as an adult and with a new name was like a circle closing. By closing, I don't mean ending but finally being complete.

It felt like a ghost who had been haunting the hallways was finally set free to move on to the afterlife.

I walked away from High School as fast as I could, not because I didn't love my experience. That's not it at all. I loved being there. It was like paradise compared to being home. At school, I could be myself. Sometimes that was good, and other times embarrassing. That's just life. The reason I ran so far from there was out of shear humiliation. Although I held my head up while sticking it out, it was really hard being the pregnant girl. I left and started a new life. All along, I searched for friends that were older that had kids the same age as mine. We had that in common, but really nothing else. I missed people my age, so I started finding friends that knew the same songs and remembered the same movies. Unfortunately, none of them had kids. I was always either the youngest mom or the mature adult. Nobody else cared, but I never felt at ease. With the search for a new life came new names. First, the nickname had to go. I was no longer a child and the cutesy name wasn't jiving with my attempt at playing the responsible adult. Next, I took on the name of my first husband... then back to my legal last name... and now my second husband's name. Between husbands, I decided that my birth name was nice on a driver's license, but I really resonated with Sugar, given to me because of my need to go swimming at 2am in any available pool when I had too much to drink. Long story...

You know how when you fall on your face and look around to see if anyone saw and then thank God that the only person that saw had just tripped on the same thing? No? Well... I guess I'm just trying to come up with a metaphor... not working... Anyway, turns out that while I was running to escape what I thought was this awful stigma, many of the friends I left behind fell into similar situations. Some of them had kids the following year. So while it didn't happen in high school, it did happen. We laughed about the fact that I had always thought I was the only one that had to deal with these surprises at such an early age.

You know how when you fall down and then look around and nobody even noticed because they were too busy with their own stuff? Well, turns out that half of the people I came across last night don't even remember that I was pregnant. I was like "WHAT? How could you miss it? I was like totally pregnant! I was in labor at our graduation! You don't remember?" Blank stares. Turns out they were just typical 17 and 18 year olds who were too busy and narcissistic taking care of their own stuff. The only kids that remembered my "condition" were the ones that I had classes with.

All this time I had run away thinking I was the odd ball that had not had enough sense to either get on the pill or say no to her boyfriend. And all this time, I had friends just waiting for me to show up to the party to reconnect. I am so glad I went. And I am so glad to have reconnected. But I am eternally thankful for putting this ghost to rest...

releasing the feelings of torment that were never even necessary in the first place.

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We are mighty, we are great...

WE'RE THE CLASS OF '88!

I have to start packing up for a night of High School reunion-ing. I'm not all super hyper excited but I'm definitely looking forward to reconnecting with long lost friends and seeing how everyone is doing in our 30-somethings. I have a feeling we are all at about the same place by now. All the high school silliness is behind us and we've all likely taken our beatings in life since then.

It will be really sweet to see how tonight plays itself out.

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