This morning it struck me. It has been almost 10 years since I graduated from high school. 10 years. Since I last paraded the “class of 2000” sign around.

It took me about 2-4 years after I graduated to become bitter, resentful of my high school experience. Then another 5 years to come to terms with it. In the last year though because of Facebook, I came across high school classmates. There was the girl who I befriended only because I had nobody else to befriend…who is now a struggling actress in New York City. Another girl who never talked to me but now started a band and in some outreach has tried to get me to go to her shows. And two other girls that I ran into once when I was in the Marina—they are schoolteachers now.

I am not sure why I was suddenly so put off by the upcoming fall series of My Generation. It’s a documentary-like style series that met a class in 2000 and returned in 2010 to see what happened. But is that really what would have happened? I couldn’t even see myself in any of the characters.

But perhaps, it was the fact that it was something that we value so much for it’s the quintessential experience of life. But when we look back, it can be either the greatest moments or the moments of bitterness.