I went to two and felt so out of place since there was ONLY the “incrowd” that showed up. I really thought this was strange since we had a class of over 200. I try to get some who were in the circles I ran in, but they’re just not interested because of the pain that was high school for them. Now, I don’t go anymore.

I went to an all-girl private high school, which I absolutely hated, so no, I’ve never gone to a reunion. It was an awkward time for me, and I wouldn’t want to be there again. I found most of the girls to be shallow and “backstabby”. Being one of the “smart” ones, I concentrated on my studies (I was awarded a full scholarship to College), and moved on! Interestingly, though, I do attend my husband’s High School reunions, which are very enjoyable, because many of his classmates went to the same College as myself.

I was a bit hippy and chunky in high school. After having kids I lost that. When I went to my reunions, I was a lot skinnier than the cute little skinny high school cheerleaders who had developed well endowed, chunky thighs, big boobs, flabby arms and drab hair. Of course I went to them all just to see how everyone fared with getting older. Sitting in front of the wow screen a lot has caused spreading of the butt recently, so now I might have to find a diet to lose a few pounds before the next reunion. ROFL

I guess I am what you would call blessed. I have grown and changed so much from those days but I still look back with fondness and there are many memories that I will cherish forever. I only went back to my 20th and it was great but I am planning to go back to the 50th. I will be with some sadness because a few close friends have left us but I must share some of those old great memories one last time!

I went to my 10th year reunion and it was fun. Got to see how everyone had changed, the snobby girls were all lushes, “Major drinking problems” and the so calles “hot”guy’s, were mostly all fat and balding, LOL. I was popular in high school as I was a cheerleader and a jock (Gymnast) and even played powder puff football in my junior and senior year, way cool and too much fun. I also hung out with the pot heads and snuck ciggs occassionally out at, what we called the fence, which was basically the furthest point away from the principles office that you could be so as to not get caught, Ha! So got along with and well liked by all the different groups of kids in school. Also loved all my teachers. The really sad thing was, I’ll never forget my favorite teacher who taught Law classes in school, who once told all of us, that by the time you all come back for your 10th year reunion, some of your fellow classmates will have died, from either experimenting with drugs/alcohol or killed by a drunk driver…….Lo and Behold, he was right as several of the kids had indeed, done just that. So needless to say when I had learned of one of my teammates on the Gymnastics squad having been killed by a drunk driver, well, I was pretty torn up about that. I have not gone back to any others as my life has been so full with my travels due to my job, and having raised a family, that I just hadn’t had the time and I guess for the better because, as we get older we learn that more and more of the people we once knew are no longer with us. I still stay in touch with a few of my friends from way back and they too, have not gone back to anymore reunions, so unless one of us hears anything regarding someone we went to school with, we’re pretty much out of the loop with the whereabouts or goings on of our fellow classmates. But good memories are always had.

I went to three high schools in four years, and am on the class list for each one! (My father was in the aerospace industry, and we kept being transferred.) I have attended the 20th, 30th and 40th for the school I graduated from, which is 3,000 miles away. For those of you who have attended, I wonder if you’ve had the same reaction I had: “Who are all these old people, and what are they doing at my class reunion?” (*:*) My best friend from those days is still my best friend, Leslye, and she and I always go together as each other’s “date.” Thank God I have her with me, because after so many years away, I have no idea who more than half of these people are! The only people I REALLY remember are Roger, who sat next to me in Honors English Class - and he had red hair in those days, and still has it, and still has the same outrageous sense of humor that never fails to crack me up - - - and dear Anne, a fellow Art Class student, who has remained a faithful friend over the years. Many of our classmates have died too young - many don’t care about class reunions - - - many are too notable to be able to go to a class reunion without paparazzi stalking to them. I harbor no old resentments, because I loved my high school days. Any uncomfortablility just had to do with me, and not others. My 50th will come in 2011, and, God willing, I’ll be there to celebrate with the other “survivors.”

Are you kidding? Those people made my life miserable back then. Why would I ever want to see them again?

I went to the 30th out of curiosity but have no plans to go ever again. Most of my friends were older and attended different schools so, by the time senior year rolled around for me, I just wanted to get it done and get out. The school has a web page that I look at once or twice a year and I have been in touch with a few people that I knew of but didn’t know back then. A couple of us have become good friends. Most of my classmates had just grown older, not grown up. Same cliques, same airheads, etc. Once was enough.

I kept in touch with the people who were good and true friends. The rest, I have no real desire to see again. All my life, I’ve hung on to or kept in touch with people that matter to me, so I have no need to go “back.” Besides, the really good stuff happened AFTER high school.

When I recieved notification that my tenth class reunion was coming up, I had already planned my first trip to Europe for the same time period. London won…hands down. I didn’t care for high school much. After I graduated, I gradually lost touch with friends as I made new ones that I had more in common with as I & my life changed. When my twentieth rolled around, I had made plans for my first trip to Poland at the same time, & I’m so glad I went to beautiful Krakow instead. When the twenty-fifth rolled around, I received the invitation after reservations were supposed to be turned in. My dad, who never misses any of his reunions, found someone in my graduating class to complain to, who promised that I would be “allowed” to attend. I was scheduled to work that night, & decided that I’d rather save my vacation days for another trip to Britain. One day last fall, my sister-in-law called to say that someone from my graduating class called my brother to try to track me down to tell me about my fortieth class reunion, which will take place in 2011. I’ll skip this one, too. I wasn’t one of the cool kids in high school. On the few occasions I ran into someone I went to high school with, I was treated as a freak because I wasn’t a stay-at-home mom, & had chosen to stay single, work in a traditionally male job, travel alone. I think the night of my next class reunion, I’ll throw an “anti-reunion” party, for all my my friends who weren’t the cool kids in high school.

The most recent one I attended was our 50th, in 2001. Best part was reconnecting with some very special friends with whom I had lost touch; we now remain in touch via email, an occasional visit when geography allows. Mostly, I realized why I really did want to leave that small hometown at 19, as soon as I could swing it on my own. I was the only immigrant in my h.s. Classmates would give me lists of words to read off so they could hear my English accent, then poke fun. My teachers wanted me to keep the cultured accent, but I lost it quickly. Arlene Francis’ very urbane husband (? his name)told the story of sitting at a NYC bar, chatting. A woman said “excuse me sir, but are you English?” to which he replied “no madam, just affected”. By his standards, I just preferred to be unaffected..

When you drop out at 16 and get married and have a baby, not only do you never get invited but you are IMMEDIATELY abandon by most of your so-called friends. Only two actually were around to meet my daughter. The rest were so gone, so fast. No loss to me!

I went to my 20 year reunion from Calif. to NJ. But those days are over. Most of my friends no longer attend. My sister still goes and only about three people we knew attend. Kind of sad. I hated high school anyway. College and post grad were .much more fun.