I am off to my High School Reunion this week. Anxiety is kicking in and I still need to pack. It’s been a long time since I’ve been back. I went to a boarding school, so it’s not like I’m going “home.”

The typical thoughts flood my mind: should have lost some weight, I won’t measure up to other’s successes, I won’t remember half of them, they won’t remember me.

Every school has them; The Breakfast Club breakdown.  Princess, Brain, Athlete, Basket-Case, and Criminal. Like the movie, we all share a bond. Most of us away from home for the first time; struggling with adolescence. Gravitating towards our own; forming tribes.

My hope is that time has softened the bad memories enough that we won’t hold the past against one another. The good memories will rise to the occasion and the tribes will come together in perfect harmony. We will discover that no matter how disconnected we were back then, we all had similar experiences. We will laugh and create new memories and maybe even cross the lines and form new friendships.


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  1. As scared as I was to go to my 50th high school reunion, I FINALLY got out of the car with a friend and we went into the patio. Coming from a very “upper class” school, I was sure that everyone would be dressed and act different than I do now. Surprise. We’re all people who shared a common experience and friendships continued, people I didn’t know well in high school remembered me and our fun and experiences together. No one was a stranger and this was from a class of 500 students with 230 at the reunion. Go have fun. Laugh, cry and do whatever your heart says. You’ll have a great time and I want to hear about it when you get home.


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