It’s my 20 year high school reunion this year.
Let me just take a moment while I get over how old I am. Okay, I’m done.
Preparations are currently under way and it appears considerable effort has been put into tracking down ‘old girls’ and securing a venue that will make it a night to remember.
Sifting through comments on the class of 94’s Facebook page, everyone seems to be super keen to reunite. While I was initially a little uncertain whether I would go or not, when I read the comments I couldn’t help get caught up in the excitement too.
That was until this happened.
At my 16-month-old’s swimming class a few weeks ago, I caught the eye of a girl (should I be saying woman now that we’re old and everything?) from my year at school.
‘Hi. How’re you going?’ I asked her with a broad grin as I waded toward her.
‘I know you don’t I?’ she said with uncertainty.
‘Yes,’ I returned with glee that she remembered me.
And then it came.
‘Kelly from work?’
‘No, Renee from high school,’ I said as my grin turned into a grimace.
She didn’t remember me. Could it get anymore awkward than that?
I was instantly taken back to my high school years. I wasn’t exactly a nobody, but I was shy and reserved (apart from the school dances where I totally killed it on the dance floor).
I had a tight knit group of friends who I had a blast with, but outside of that I pretty much went under the radar. I was friendly with everyone and never had any enemies. I just wasn’t one to stand out. I wasn’t a brain, I wasn’t a cool kid, I wasn’t a trouble maker. I was Renee. Nice girl Renee.
Twenty years have passed though and I am no longer the excessively shy, sheltered little girl who becomes paralysed with fear when talking to someone outside her circle. While I would still classify myself as an introvert, I love meeting new people, listening to their life stories, and sharing mine. I have life experience now. I have forged an identity for myself, a voice, I know who I am.
While I would like to think I could confidently walk into my 20 year school reunion and strike up conversation with women I have not seen since I was 17, there is a part of me that wants to regress, that wants to sit on the couch Facestalking instead of be at the reunion talking.
Adding to my argument of staying home on the couch, is the fact that I would be rocking up to the reunion alone. Everyone in my tight knit group of friends is either living overseas or interstate or we’ve lost touch making this a solo mission for me. I repeat, solo mission. For an introvert like me, going to the reunion solo is huge. Huge.
There are a number of girls who I have connected with online thanks to Facebook and this blog, however it’s one thing to chat online and a completely other thing to meet in real life.
Will I go to the reunion alone and stand there like a nigel all night? Will I go to the reunion and have nobody remember me? Possibly. But it’s unlikely I would remember every girl in my year. There were over 200 girls after all.
Fortunately, I have five months to decide whether to take the leap or not. Until then, stay tuned to find out what I decide to do!
Have you been to your high school reunion? What was it like?
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