The year was 1998. Bill Clinton denied having relations with Monica Lewinsky then changed his mind. Dale Earnhardt won the Daytona 500. Titanic won 11 Oscars. Viagra was approved by the FDA. Google was founded. Matthew Shephard and Phil Hartman were killed. Bindi Irwin was born, and Frank Sinatra died. We were listening to the Dixie Chicks and the Goo Goo Dolls. Freiends was Must-See TV, Seinfeld came to an anti-climactic end, and the phenomenon now known as a cosmopolitan debuted with Sex and the City.
I was 18. My school days were coming to an end and I had a serious case of senioritis. My friends, most of whom I had known since 7th Grade, and I were all ready to graduate and head off to the next phase of our lives. Like all good classmates, our yearbooks were filled with promises to “stay sweet and in touch.” While some of us stayed sweet, most of us fell out of contact for a few years.
This weekend, my classmates will assemble in my hometown for our 10 year reunion. While I will be around, I won’t be attending. (As it turns out, I’m on my way to the beach right now.) And you know what? I’m not really that upset about it.
To be perfectly honest, I keep in touch with the people I want to. As I have mentioned before, I am perfectly happy with a few close friends. But in the past few years, I’ve been branching out a bit.
MySpace and Facebook have been a great connector for me to be able to stay in touch with some of the folks that shared in my High School experience. Through these social networking tools, I find myself reading up about where people live and what they are doing with their lives. We might trade social pleasantries, but that is the extent of most of my communication.
Then there is blogging. I have thoroughly enjoyed reading the blogs of some of my High School Comrades. It has been a fascinating thing watching what these women choose to write about…and the point of view from which they write. They are witty, insightful and smart. I just love reading what they have to say!
Reading these blogs has been yet another way for me to keep in touch with a few of the people that I shared my High School Experience with.
So no, I’m not upset that I am missing my reunion. Not one bit.