Class of 88--20 years later

I mentioned here before that I‘m not good in math beyond 2+2. I do know that 1988 plus 20 years equals a high school reunion. I have anticipated this for a while. I remember my mom’s 20 year mark. I don’t think she went to her reunion but I remember sitting at my aunt’s dining room table, mom and her sister discussing it and I was making fun of them for being so old. Now I’m in their seat—a whole 38 years old.

Me wearing my aunt's fall (type of wig) at 18 mos.

As I said, I’ve anticipated this reunion for a while. I imagined how I’d show up with my husband, beautiful kids and stories of our success—wowing all the people from my younger years. Reality is a cruel joke sometimes. I’m going through a divorce, no kids, and my job is near minimum wage. I drive a hand-me down car that went from mom, to dad, to me and if it were not for their help, I would be on foot. I can’t even say at least I have my health. All is not lost—I don’t think.

I still plan on going to the 20 year reunion. I skipped out on the 10 year mark because life was really bad at that point. My ex and I just found out he had cancer and had to have surgery, be off work for a couple of months and I was working really hard trying to bring in some money. I was in no mood to hear about all the brats I went to school with and how they were still living the party life-style when my life was so dramatic. At least that is what went through my mind.

Me sometime my senior year, man was my hair big!

I’ve been viewing a message board and reading posts about all the fun things that were going on during high school. I don’t remember much of the things they are talking about. My friends were either older or went to different schools. I did have a couple of friends from school but we didn’t have a lot to do with our classmates. We didn’t exactly fit in with them. Still, some of the memories are funny and I’m learning a lot about the people I went to school with—their past and present.

I am excited about going to this reunion. I’ve said before my life has started over and I want to share it with these people, whether I know them or not. I just hope I can find a suitable escort. I’ve got a couple of candidates in mind—maybe I should have a contest and the winner gets me! No, nobody would want to play that game.

Me and Wendy Cook, sometime in early 90s in Florida.

Until next time with more memories.