High School Reunions: The Good, The Bad and the Indifferent.
July 20th 2007 21:25
Chances are – whether you were a geek, a jock, a nerd or a cool kid – that you’re going to be faced with the inevitable – an invite to your High School Reunion.
Hmmmm – the complexities which come with the much vaunted dilemma of ‘should I go’ are copious - and none too inconsequential as to dismiss out of hand immediately – but there’s a certain emotional impasse which goes hand in hand with whatever decision you reach.
Some of us were lucky and actually enjoyed our formative years, which in essence involved a whole lot more than books. In fact it would be a fair assessment to say that Chaucer, Sin Cos and Tan (Trigonometry) tables, the periodic elements and the Rum Rebellion were probably little more than frustrating speedhumps on our peer group agenda’s - than an earnest part of our daily curriculum.
Then again, some of us couldn’t get out of the place fast enough, for whatever reason!
So with the passing of many moons – the invitation arrives – and we are filled with either excitement and animation at the thought of catching up with old chums and renewing acquaintances or dread and loathing for reasons best known to the individual.
The thought processes kick into gear and we're teleported back in time.
Yes – there’ll be the skites – who have made a million, the glams – who have defied the ages, the ‘tools’ – who will never change, the oh so full of ourselves types and of course the rest of us.
. . . so now the quandary - do I go?
You make your decision and depending on which way the coin fell – it’s either ‘in for a penny - in for a pound’ or ‘stuff em’.
And what of it?
You play the consciencous objector, pull the pin and plum not to attend.
The consequences?
Probably none . . . you get on with your life (which you no doubt prefer these days anyway) . . . do something (or nothing) more relevant to your ‘now’ than your ‘before’ and doubtless give the auspicious date little if any homage.
Then again – the coin comes up heads – and you start that fitness program, kid yourself you’re going to lose a few of those unwanted kilo’s, angst over whether to wear the taupe or the black and have palpitations on everything from ‘should I bring my partner’ to ‘I wonder what 'they'll 'think?
Unfortunately there is no correct (or easy) answer.
. . . and Romy and Michelle won’t give you the solution either!
Whatever the decision - while time's watercolours have already been embossed on life's canvas - remember - you're not 16 again and neither is anyone else.
Read into that what you will.
Hmmmm – the complexities which come with the much vaunted dilemma of ‘should I go’ are copious - and none too inconsequential as to dismiss out of hand immediately – but there’s a certain emotional impasse which goes hand in hand with whatever decision you reach.
Some of us were lucky and actually enjoyed our formative years, which in essence involved a whole lot more than books. In fact it would be a fair assessment to say that Chaucer, Sin Cos and Tan (Trigonometry) tables, the periodic elements and the Rum Rebellion were probably little more than frustrating speedhumps on our peer group agenda’s - than an earnest part of our daily curriculum.
Then again, some of us couldn’t get out of the place fast enough, for whatever reason!
So with the passing of many moons – the invitation arrives – and we are filled with either excitement and animation at the thought of catching up with old chums and renewing acquaintances or dread and loathing for reasons best known to the individual.
The thought processes kick into gear and we're teleported back in time.
Yes – there’ll be the skites – who have made a million, the glams – who have defied the ages, the ‘tools’ – who will never change, the oh so full of ourselves types and of course the rest of us.
. . . so now the quandary - do I go?
You make your decision and depending on which way the coin fell – it’s either ‘in for a penny - in for a pound’ or ‘stuff em’.
And what of it?
You play the consciencous objector, pull the pin and plum not to attend.
The consequences?
Probably none . . . you get on with your life (which you no doubt prefer these days anyway) . . . do something (or nothing) more relevant to your ‘now’ than your ‘before’ and doubtless give the auspicious date little if any homage.
Then again – the coin comes up heads – and you start that fitness program, kid yourself you’re going to lose a few of those unwanted kilo’s, angst over whether to wear the taupe or the black and have palpitations on everything from ‘should I bring my partner’ to ‘I wonder what 'they'll 'think?
Unfortunately there is no correct (or easy) answer.
. . . and Romy and Michelle won’t give you the solution either!
Whatever the decision - while time's watercolours have already been embossed on life's canvas - remember - you're not 16 again and neither is anyone else.
Read into that what you will.
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Comment by James Rickard
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Comment by Mr Nice Guy
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As far as life's currency goes - 'cool' is highly volatile and generally overvalued.
Thanks for calling in.
Cheers
MNG