Grinning widely and stifling a giggle, I rose from my pew to the sounds of an organ playing our school anthem.
I may have been at my 20 year high school reunion, but the instant that song began, I felt 17 again.
As I stood with close to 100 of my ex-schoolmates in one of the most beautiful chapels in Brisbane, the memories came flooding back.
Memories of friendship, laughter, tears, school dances, Terrace boys, afternoon summer storms, sprinting for the train, the smell of wet jumpers, black scuff marks, living in fear of the nuns, warm rolls with tomato sauce and cheese, failing Maths, kicking butt at English, getting kicked out of English, braces, ruler fights …
The memories came thick and fast as I belted out our anthem with more pride and enthusiasm than ever before. (Although, ex-schoolmates if you’re reading, I have to say I was disappointed nobody changed up the chorus like we used to 🙂 )
I felt myself wondering why I ever contemplated not attending the reunion. Why was I so nervous? Why had I texted my sister and sister-in-law a picture of me all dolled up before the reunion with the message, ‘so scared right now’?
As I walked through the gates of my old high school last Saturday, with my wing (wo)man by my side, there was no fear, only excitement.
It felt right to be there. It was important for me to be there. I was excited to be there.
Before long familiar faces came out of the woodwork. There was hugging and smiling and laughter and squealing. Everyone was pumped to see each other.
I hadn’t seen many of my old schoolmates since the day I left 20 years ago, yet they welcomed me with open arms, told me that I hadn’t changed a bit, and were genuinely interested in what I’ve been up to over the last two decades.
It filled me with happiness that I had made such a positive impact on so many, yet it also filled me with sadness. How and why did these friendships with such beautiful and remarkable women drift?
Whether or not this reunion was enough to reignite old friendships, I’m not sure. I do know that last Saturday I had the most fun I’ve had in ages.
I fell in with my old gang and we laughed and reminisced.
It was definitely one of those days that I will never forget and will hold close to my heart forever.
As our school captain and school principal reflected, while we only spent five years of our lives together, those were integral years, they helped shape us, and we formed bonds that will last a lifetime.
Have you ever been to any of your school reunions? What were they like?
Linking up today with the gorgeous Jess for IBOT.