The world could not come quickly enough, and that meant heading to college... just across town (but if I had my way, it would have been across the world), and getting my own place (the dorms), and a job. I was out of high school.
Like many other teens, I found my Senior year to be a struggle between becoming an adult and living with my parent's rules. I am so thankful now for my parents rules...that they had any, and that they tried to enforce them!
I broke a few rules that year, sneaking out, doing things that rebellious teens do. Things that make memories- some good, and others that I might wish to forget.
Last night a few (maybe 20) of the 200 or so graduates from the WHS class of 1992 got together for old times sake. It was a low-key family night. I recognized all of the women. It was a bit harder for the guys.
|I am on the far left. Hopefully we will see some of these faces tonight.|
We wore name tags. There were some awkward moments, followed by some lively conversations and even a few confessions of old crushes.
Tonight is the "main event" . I hadn't planned to attend it, but I have changed my mind since a lot of the people I had hoped to see last night weren't there. The pizza party was just enough to make me more curious.
- Who will come?
- Who will choose not to come?
- What will we talk about?
- Will someone bring the yearbooks? (I lost mine in a hasty college move.)
- Will everyone gravitate to their old friends and circles of people?
- What happens when certain friends run into their old girlfriends/boyfriends?
- Have certain people "grown up"?
- Will old hatchets get buried?
- Will we leave wanting to do this again in 10 or 20 years?
So, I head out to answer my questions, and say "hello" and "goodbye" again to the class of '92.