This past weekend, I attended my 40th high school reunion. No, that isn’t a typo. It has been forty years since I graduated from an all-girls Catholic high school. The memories of not caring how I looked in the mornings because there weren’t boys to impress sprinkled with the very fashionable polyester uniforms that were definitely lacking in personality are vivid. Ah, the good ole days.
My high school experience was good. Sure, there were the mean girls, the smart girls, the artsy girls, the hippie girls, well, the list goes on. I was a floater. I had friends in a lot of different groups which helped as I made my way through my teen years. I understand that many didn’t have a great experience for whatever reason, but my belief is that people change and that I see people now versus how they were in the past. Past experiences should guide us not define us.
It was a wonderful evening full of laughter and real bonding. It was a true testament to how solid the class of 1985 is. Maybe it’s because of the gatherings we do whether it is cruises or dinners out. Honestly, I hate to give social media any credit, but if there is a positive spin, it is Facebook that really did bring us together.
My mother went to every one of her reunions. She kept up with many of her high school friends. I watched how she cultivated those friend groups and I was inspired to do the same. High school is tough. Being a teenager is excruciating, but I came out the other side with a lot of fond memories of the ladies that roamed the halls of dear old Sacred Heart.
Cheers to 40!
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