I'm with Ruth n Jersey, loathed school, had my own close-knit group of friends I hung with, and as for everyone else, couldn't have cared less about them back in the day, and for surely couldn't have cared less about them 10, 20, 30 years after the fact.
I had a call from a woman whom I graded with a few years back asking if they could count on me to attend attend the last reunion, and I made the call short, no small talk, to the point... "not interested, didn't have anything to do with, or anything in common with 99% of those I went to school with, so after X-amount of years I have even less in common with them".
Wished her well and hung the phone up.
Here's my take on reunions:
First reunion: Those who found spouses and had children shortly after after their grad year, couldn't wait to attend the first reunion, because it was their chance to brag-it-up... look at me, look at my hubby, look at my wife, look at my children... cheezy fake smiles all around to go along with.
Second reunion: This is my new wife, my new hubby, my new fling, life is grand, we're travelling the world, buying up mansions, life is a dream.
Third reunion: Look at me now, I've put on 100 lbs, lost my hair, got a boob job, a butt job, am broke and single, still working, and still looking/on the hunt.
I find it all so laughable, entertaining in fact, just not entertaining enough to inspire me to attend (and pretend) that I'm so happy to see fellow grad class members I had zero in common with, never associated with, never even said hello to, and then stoop to the level of expressing to them how happy I am to see them, and isn't this great that we're all getting together again. What a warm and fuzzy event. ROFLMAO!
I can't think of anything more shallow or fake.
My SIL went to her 30th class reunion, and said everyone had badges on... a rectangle piece of white paper with their name on it, pinned to their shirts/tops, so people could recognize who everyone was, and she said a few class members had things like Dr., CEO, and President written on their badges, and when asked genuinely as to their titles, all said they were just having fun, which tells me not only how much and how hard people try and be something they're not, but just how shallow get-togethers such as reunions really are. Big put-ons, IMO, that's what they are... a chance for people to embellish and play-up their lifestyles, even brag-it-up for a few days and evenings.
SIL's story reminded me of my baby brothers doctor play set, where it came in a nifty doctors case, had little plastic glasses in it, a realistic stethoscope, a needle (plastic), and a few other gadgets, and how he would don all the gear and walk around the house checking everyone to see if we were healthy or needing anything medically or prescription wise. So darling and sweet coming from a little tot, but not on an adult level or stage.
