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Sunday, August 3, 2008

10 year what? Reunion? Already?

I just got back from my high school reunion the other evening.

In high school, most of my life was lived outside of high school. I had little school spirit. If you looked me up in my senior yearbook, you'd find one picture of me among the students - (with burgundy hair...) - and one picture of me waaaaaaaaay in back with the marching band. (I played the tuba.)

In high school, I spent my time doing martial arts and doing drum corps. I slept in high school. I woke up. I passed a test. I went back to sleep. Prom weekend fell on the same weekend as a drum corps camp in Denver, and I was like, "Okay, expensive party with people I've been staring at for six years, or Denver and hang out with people I'll be performing awesome music with all summer and beyond." Drum corps won, hands down.

Some people were genuinely surprised I came.

I'm glad I did.

Everyone had grown up. We're all living and working and falling in and out of love. We're crossing the tables of the lunchroom - *gasp* - and mingling freely with no cliques anymore, no casual indifference to each other, and putting all the stupid kid posturings aside. We know who we are now, as adults, and we are all comfortable enough in our skins to stop feeling threatened by each other, and to talk about what we remember and be one group of people, instead of dozens of smaller groups inside a bubble separated from each other.

Nolan Catholic High School, class of 1998, is doing just fine.

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