Lived too far away to go to any until we moved back to our home town and went to the 35th because I was invited, even though I left that school in the middle of my senior year. Mostly it was classmates trying to one-up each other, reciting their accomplishments and crowing about their wonderful children and grandchildren. It was interesting to see that so many who were among the in crowd in school were just ordinary at the reunion. The football/basketball heroes were mostly overweight and so were the cheerleaders!
DH was an unofficial local historian and was asked to guide a tour for the 45th reunion so we went to that one. The 10 years between the 35th and 45 seemed to have mellowed most of my classmates, and they were more friendly and less self-absorbed
The school I actually graduated from had a 50th that DH and I went to, and we both had a good time. It was a much smaller school, and we all had known each other since early childhood. It was in a different state but only the state line (a river) separated the two towns, and all of my dad's family lived on that side of the river so I'd spent a good bit of my childhood there what with dance class, Catechism classes and just stuff that brings people together in small towns. We lived there, too, until moving to Hawaii. When we came back stateside after the war, my parents bought a house on the other side of the state line.
It didn't seem that anyone at that reunion was there to impress anyone else; we were all just glad to see each other and reconnect with those who'd moved away after college.
Now I live 1200 miles away, keep in touch occasionally with classmates from both schools, but mostly only see their obituaries in the local newspaper
