My high school reunion is on Friday. Like…this Friday. I still can’t believe I’ve been out of high school for ten years–it’s mind boggling. I certainly don’t feel like it’s been ten years.
Well…that’s a lie. High school feels like a lifetime and a half ago.
I’m sure that everyone feels that way when they are in their late twenties. My glory days weren’t in high school–I’m not really sure what their start date actually will be, but I am trying to make the steps to ensure that they do happen. I feel sorry for the people who shone brilliantly in high school, like a comet that streaked through the sky, only to have never reached that level of brilliance ever again after senior year.
I was not that person.
(I was the girl who had a kid at 19, the girl who grew up infinitely faster than all my friends who beer ponged and keg standed the rest of their teenage years away. I have no regrets though, and even if I did, those days have long since passed. I’m probably much more awesome now than I was as a snarky, bitchy, witty teenager.)
I graduated in 2004.
Jude Law was named Sexiest Man Alive by People, Britney Spears wasn’t crazy yet, my jeans were low rise and were slightly flared instead of skinny. We were all watching the last season of Friends and everyone was shakin’ it like a Polaroid picture to “Hey Ya!” by Outkast. I attended Saint Joseph Academy, the only all-girl Catholic high school in the city. I spent my days in green and blue plaid skirts and white polos. It was a simpler time. Only a few of my friends had cell phones, and they were clunky and awkward looking compared to today’s smartphones–I remember they were only allowed to use them during the day for emergencies(eww minutes!), and we could call if we wanted after 7 pm, when it was unlimited free talk. No one texted at the level we do now. If you wanted to listen to music you used a Sony DiscMan, not an iPod. Those weren’t around yet!
I can’t believe I was 18 ten years ago.
I suppose high school reunions aren’t the same for my generation like they were for my mom and dad. Thanks to Facebook we can creep our fellow former classmates on the daily. We see posts of the stuff they have accomplished, pictures of their kids, updates about their lives–we don’t have to wait ten years to find out the dirt on everyone.
It should still be fun though :).