I remember why I didn’t like high school. I returned to my hometown to attend my high school reunion over the weekend. I had convinced myself that I was looking forward to it. I had convinced myself that 20 years is a lifetime and most people wouldn’t be the same people they were in high school.
Sadly, with the exception of one boy who is now a woman, they were the same. The same “popular girls” were hanging out together. The same attitudes were coming off the “cool” guys. Some of the women were genuinely friendly and seemed to be interested in my life. But most people gave me a I’m-pretending-not-to-know-you once over and then the big I’m-pretending-to-be-surprised-by-how-much-you’ve-changed remark, followed by the I’ll-catch-up-with-you-later disappearing act. Meh.
At first I cared. Then I remembered that I have a great job, an awesome boyfriend and I’m not still living in my Podunk hometown. My boyfriend says he wishes I had had a better time. I didn’t have a good time. But it was high school and I’m a grown up now. All the popular girls from high school can suck it! Ok, maybe not too grown up.