I went to my 10th. Looked around and saw a bunch of people I really didn’t like 10 years ago. Never been back.
I went to my 40th and was shocked that everyone remembered me. :-)
Same here.
At our 30th we all looked the same - just swollen.
My 10th reunion will be this year and I am not going. I was happy to get away from those people and I am happy not to see them ever again.
Same here. Meh.
I actually organized and staged five of them myself with a couple of girlfriends from school. I had a ball at all of them.
From my experience with all of my reunions, if you had a poor expereince in high school, you won't enjoy the reunions. They're not for everybody.
Me, too!
Missed my 10th (on a military deployment); went to my 20th, saw a bunch of folks who thought they were still kings and queens of the prom—hadn’t matured a bit since high school.
Spent most of the evening talking with the only members of my class who made the service a career; a just-retired Navy CPO who shipped out for basic a week after our graduation, and one of our best football players who found his calling in the Army (I was Air Force).
Never received an invitation for my 30th; later learned that my class decided to stop holding reunions after the 20th—probably the best decision we ever made.
Same here. First impression on my 25th reunion: who are all these old bastards?
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I went to my twentieth forty years ago. Realizing that the classmates who ignored me in high school didn’t do any better a job at life than me, I treated them with masked contempt. They vote me Most Changed. LOL
I went to my tenth. Took a walk across the park with a beautiful girl I always wanted to ask out. She was already divorced. We walked up to where my three beautiful children were swinging, and I realized I really love the way God arranges things.
The only real gratification I got at 10 years was I was a USAF T/Sgt (E-6) and all the now fat girls liked the uniform which P/O'd the now fat jocks.
That’s sad, and as I read down the thread, you have a lot of company.
I’ve attended most of my HS reunions and wouldn’t purposely miss one. We had a very small, close-knit class for which I am eternally grateful. At our last reunion last September, a classmate’s husband and I started chatting as he was just standing off quietly alone, taking it all in. He said he found it amazing, the chemistry our class has, 55 years later. He kept in touch with one classmate from his big urban school, who hasn’t seen now in 30 years.