My sister went to her 5 year high school reunion a few days ago. Before going, she was filled with anxiety, reminded about the people, the incidents that occurred to her. But she went anyway. And when she came back, she reported it was the same scene–most people had not changed. The mean girls were still the mean girls. The outcasts were still the outcasts. And besides a few people gaining weight or change of hairstyle, it was painfully the same.
I never did hear about my 5 year, but perhaps I’ll hear about my 10 year. But I always imagined that I would return to show my accomplishments, my upward success. A self-validation of some sort–that high school could never predict my achievements. And yet, for what end? I don’t have a need to reconnect with people. I don’t have that high school crush that I need to get over. I just have a feeling to see how people have changed, if at all. And to prove that I am not just quiet, shy girl everyone thought I was.
Just tonight, I was having a drink with my friends, and one of the party guys from high school who I never talked to was there having his engagement party. How random! He came over and said hi, and brought a ton of other people over from my graduation class. “Look, look who it is!”
They were still mostly the same, but perhaps what you interpret as meanness was, in fact, them being jealous of you.
But then again, this was high school in Omaha Nebraska. =P
mean girls still mean girls. i did get the opportunity to prove that i wasn’t just the shy asian girl that everyone thought me to be. horrible!