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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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, … Continue reading