It’s hard to believe it since I’m only 29, but my twenty-year high school reunion is coming up this weekend. That means I graduated from from high school twenty years ago! When people still wore shoulder pads, no one had ever heard of the Internet, and cordless phones were as big as a grown man’s foot.
I discovered red lipstick and the color black in high school, and I thought I looked pretty good in both. I briefly changed my name to Veronica. I ran around town in a “Freedom for Lithuania” T-shirt, soliciting signatures for my Amnesty International letter writing campaign.
I picketed a fur boutique.
I shopped at vintage clothing stores with my best friend Ginny and I wore cheap canvas Mary Janes from China held together with a safety pin. I listened to Depeche Mode, Love & Rockets, the Cure, R.E.M., New Order and Nine Inch Nails.
I had big eye brows and I pegged my jeans.
I tried out for the senior year musical. But it was very last minute and I didn’t have a song prepared, so I went with “Here I Am, Lord” from the Glory and Praise Hymnal.
The Lord went with someone else.
I took Anatomy instead of Physics, and every day when I got to my lab table, the cat I was dissecting had a Dorito in its mouth. Who put that Dorito there? Maybe on Saturday I’ll find out.
I’m looking forward to this reunion not only to see my old classmates, but also because I went to high school in Charlotte and I haven’t been back to North Carolina since graduation. The P-Dawg has never been, so it will be fun to show him where I had my formative years.
I’m going to bust out my southern accent, eat pork barbecue, visit my old neighbors, and dig up a few things I buried in our former backyard. Not to mention I finally have a comeback for that one dude who used to always tease me for being short.
The only problem is that I’m getting to that age where I no longer remember people or faces. So if you see me at the reunion (you’ll recognize me because I don’t look a day over 18), please come up and introduce yourself. Give me some context clues. Did we sit next to each other in homeroom? Did you ever try to stuff me in my locker? Did you sign my petition to free Lithuania?
Did you put that Dorito in my cat’s mouth?
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