I've got mixed feelings about attending my 30th high school reunion. School in general wasn't a great experience for me.
I wasn't "popular," or "athletic." I wasn't the smart science guy, or the class clown. I didn't date, have a lot of friends or really make a lasting impression on a lot of people. Instead, I was focused on my "career."
Even back then I already knew what I wanted to do. I interned at a local radio station. I worked part time at a fast food place, weekends at my local pet store, all while maintaining a B-plus average. So while I was busy, I wasn't the most social person, and that meant I just blended into the background.
I was editor of our high school newspaper, and that was something I enjoyed and kept me focused. I came across a few issues recently while going through the garage, and I'm still pretty proud of what we were able to accomplish.
Now, here we are 30 years later. Thanks to social media, I keep in touch with a couple of people, but really, the only person I would want to see at this reunion is the person I married...my wife. We both met one another in junior high (she says I was one of the nicest guys she had ever met back then, bless her), became friends in high school, and our relationship continued to grow over the years and decades...even when I lived thousands of miles away from her. But I suppose it will be nice to see a few other familiar faces.
You see, back then, we were so young, and all we really wanted was to be liked...or even better, "popular." But we mature with time. The 10 year reunion was about trying to show others how well you were doing in life. By the 20th, most classmates were married, and had started family, so the talk turned to kids and sleepless nights. Now I suppose many of those kids will be off to college, and the talk will be of how fast time has passed us by. So I'll go, make small talk and re-connect with a few people I probably won't see again for another ten years.
All that being said, there is one thing I'm looking forward to about this reunion-showing everyone else that I ended up with the prettiest and smartest girl in high school. Maybe nice guys really do finish first.