Word on the street is that one of my high school classmates is considering planning a ten year reunion for our graduating class this fall. My first thought is that I can't believe it's been ten years since high school and my second thought is that I can't believe it's ONLY been ten years.
I've been randomly thinking of people I graduated with- many of which I also started kindergarten with. Things like that happen a lot in small towns, I think. Anyway, I have so much useless knowledge running around in my head that I can remember several birthday- without even thinking twice.
Ben's is May 6th
Amanda's is April 12th
Cristal's is October 12th
Holly's is September 29th
Ashley's is October 28th (so is Tiffany's, who is also Ben's wife)
Taylor's is September 1st
Megan's is September 21st
Traci's is September 10th
Mark and David's are both in June sometime, like mine
I have a hard time remembering new friend's birthdays and I struggle to tell you when babies are born. But these dates are burned into my memory, forever I guess. My mom chides me about keeping up with people I graduated with, and honestly, I've seen everyone I care about seeing. Well, there are a couple I'd like to visit, but one their wife doesn't like me and the other- well, I just haven't made it by the Super Walmart pharmacy counter to visit with her. Although, I would like to see Cristal and her handsome son.
So, I don't know if I'll partake in a ten year reunion or not. I probably will. And everyone will talk about everyone else behind their back. Everyone will talk about how cute each other's children are. Everyone will talk about what they've done in the last ten years- much will consist of getting married and having babies. No one will talk about the bad parts, like divorce or not passing the teaching exit test multiple times. Oh, that's a good one-- I wonder how many of them are teachers now! We'll take a picture and promise not to wait another ten years to get together. But that's a lie and we all know it.
I'm excited just thinking about it. Not.