sechan19 | So, Yeah... the Reunion.

It was supremely bizarre. Out of the handful of people that I was hoping to see, only a couple turned up. Most did not appear, or if they did I couldn't recognize them. Honestly, I couldn't recognize hardly anyone. I spent most of the evening in something of daze, feeling that I didn't know any of the people with whom I was supposed to have shared a "common experience," and with whom I ought to be reflecting on how that experience "may have molded us into who we are today." And, of course, that feeling was true. I don't know any of them, and I never really did. I knew of some of them, but I was actually close to a precious few.

And I now care no more about what they were molded into than they care about what I was molded into. Those friends I cherished I still have or have managed to reconnect with in recent years. As for the rest, eh. It's still the same old popularity game: the same cliques, and posturings, and posings, and punditry. The wise among us knew enough to stay away, and so again it goes.

But I'm glad that I went, and glad for largely the same reasons that prompted me to go to my Senior Ball (the only dance I ever attended in the course of my high school career). At least I don't have to look back on it and think, "Oh, if only I'd gone to [insert pointless high-school-related activity here]; things might have been so much different!"

Still no regrets here. Go Team Casa - Class of '97!