Surviving My 10-Year High School Reunion This Weekend – Advice for my Fellow Classmates

 

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Me (far left) losing Homecoming King to students that were FAR more cooler than me in 2005.

In 2005, I graduated from Nottingham High School in Hamilton, New Jersey. Today, it’s 2015, and you know what that means? Yep – it’s time for my ten year high school reunion – and I have no idea what to expect. I’m 1/3 excited, 1/3 frightened, and 1/3 “don’t I see most of these people on Facebook?”

“Will I remember the people that approach me?!”

Those of you who know me are already well aware that I suck at remembering how I know people, let alone their friggin’ names. (Seriously, I’m really bad at it.) I can barely remember people I met last week, and this weekend I’ll be required to remember some people I haven’t seen in over ten years…

My God have mercy on my soul.

“Do I look okay?”

One thing that is for certain is that everyone will be dressed their best. Nobody wants to show up looking like a monster out of a Guillermo del Toro movie. Grey hairs will be dyed, boobs will be pushed up, stomachs will be sucked in during pictures… there is no doubt that we want our former classmates to see us in the best light. We want them to look at us and say, “Hey look how much better and grown up I look after ten years!” Or in my case, “Hey, look everybody! I don’t wear JNCO jeans anymore!”

Look, Newton’s law of gravity is affecting all of us now. Physical changes are inevitable – some good, some bad. But really, it doesn’t matter. Just show up and be you. That’s the only thing that matters.

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“Am I successful enough?”

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” is not a viable question for people my age anymore, no matter how hard we try. You see, the people in my class are now at that point where we’re supposed to be in that “grown up” stage of life. Successful career, married, kids, a mistress in Guam… you know, the usual deal.

Without a doubt, there will be a lot of, “So what do you do now?” type of questions being asked. There will be a lot of wedding/engagement ring flashing, and with that, all of us single people will be standing in the corner drinking our “We Just Haven’t Found The Right One” juice.


 

My nightmare scenario:

Classmate: So, do you have any kids?

Me: No, I don’t.

Classmate: Awe, why not?

Me: -_-


 

“You got any tips for me?”

  • Come into the reunion with a good attitude. Seriously, check bad attitudes with your coats.
  • Be you and be proud of where you are in life.
  • Dress as comfortable as possible. Not “Netflix and chill” type of comfortable – but comfortable.
  • Remember that you’re not the only one who has gone through changes. Everyone has changed, so don’t feel alone.
  • For my sake, rock a name tag with your first name and your last name in high school – for goodness sake, married names only complicate my memories…

“Seriously, just relax!”

Alright, so we’re all feeling a little anxious about bumping into some people that we can’t wait to see, and some people we’ve been deliberately avoiding for ten years. But that is what’s going to make this night fun.

This weekend is an opportunity for us to go out and have fun one last time, renew some old friendships/romances, catch up with each other, celebrate our life accomplishments, and most importantly, feel young again. I am sure that this whole evening will be one rejuvenating experience for us Northstars of ’05.

Oh, and did I mention that it’s an open bar?

Oh… this will be fun indeed… 🙂

*CHEERS*


 

Ky4

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