Friday, October 12, 2007

88. Go to my 35- year high school reunion


I'm back from my weekend at the high school reunion. It was kinda weird. I'm at the age now where I hardly recognized anybody and, if they did look familiar, I couldn't remember their name. The name tags had a not-very-user-friendly font so that I had to practically stand on top of people in order to read the name to figure out who the heck I was talking to. Who let all those old people in the door?
Geeze... most of the people I hung around with in high school didn't show up. I'm still not sure if I had a good time or not.

About 120 (including spouses) people attended, which was a pretty good number to have at the dinner/dance after 35 years. What stuck me as sort of odd was how many people still lived in the area. Since I haven’t lived in my home town since the late 1970s is it any wonder I don’t recognize anybody? Hubby’s class is much more widespread geographically and he was only two years ahead of me in high school.

The best part of the weekend for me was the tour of the high school. The main building is still the same although they are currently doing a renovation at the front and the office will be moving to the new area. The school was built in 1919 and currently has 1700 students. I think when we were there the student population was about 1500 but we only had three grades then. The main building still has the same marble hall floors and stairwells, wooden panels lining the walls, hardwood floors in the classrooms. The library was exactly the same except the card catalog is gone and there are some computers on tables. It even smelled the same.
There are a few new additions: like a new cafeteria, basketball court and science classrooms wing. The auditorium still has its original 1940 chairs and stage and is in need of major fixes. It was a like being in a time warp to be in those buildings again. Thank God I am not that age any longer.

After the school tour some of us took a faux trolley bus ride around the university to visit some of its new facilities. I'm in that picture but I'm not pointing myself out. Luckily, I grew up in a big university town. Back then the college students seemed mature and adult. Now they look like little kids.

I can’t win this age thing can I?

1 comment:

Satia said...

My step-sister recently went to her reunion as well. For her she was anxious about facing people about whom she had written in her memoir. Can you imagine how weird that would have been? Maybe that puts things a little in perspective. Probably not.