tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32667793.post2514724506142671761..comments2023-11-02T07:53:23.585-04:00Comments on We Can Relate: High school, 20 years laterUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32667793.post-28066398533329701452008-08-23T20:29:00.000-04:002008-08-23T20:29:00.000-04:00i didn't want to hang out with these people in hig...i didn't want to hang out with these people in high school, why would i want to now? I've met hundreds of more meaningful people since then.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32667793.post-15660428310440190452008-08-19T17:08:00.000-04:002008-08-19T17:08:00.000-04:00I went to my 10th a number of years back and had a...I went to my 10th a number of years back and had a decent time. As always, the friendly, secure people were the great ones to be around, and the obnoxious, loud, bragging and drunk ones, not so much. <BR/><BR/>I agree with Deirdre in that it's nice to briefly re-visit that time in one's life, but life now sure beats high school. When you're a late bloomer, age is on your side. ;-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32667793.post-39389056464781529682008-08-18T15:06:00.000-04:002008-08-18T15:06:00.000-04:00i hope you used fictious titles for these people ....i hope you used fictious titles for these people .. it was kinda gossip-y..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32667793.post-55952933749113420542008-08-17T17:22:00.000-04:002008-08-17T17:22:00.000-04:00Thanks for sharing, D. I'm skipping my 20th this y...Thanks for sharing, D. I'm skipping my 20th this year, after much thought. <BR/><BR/>I've kept a few people close over the years. Aside from 2 or 3 buddies I haven't seen and would love to run into, there's no one there that I will even know, even if I remember and knew who they were. And based on the stories I heard from my class' 10th and 15th reunions, it sounds as if your reunion was very typical.<BR/><BR/>Gotta feel sorry for the girl crying on the corner. Chin up, babe, your life is now.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32667793.post-72233161759857905102008-08-15T16:23:00.000-04:002008-08-15T16:23:00.000-04:00wow high school must have been roughwow high school must have been roughAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32667793.post-44546852278905193312008-08-15T16:09:00.000-04:002008-08-15T16:09:00.000-04:00Your post reminded me of a poem by Dana Gioia enti...Your post reminded me of a poem by Dana Gioia entitled "Summer Storm." Here's an excerpt that I thought fit well with this:<BR/><BR/>"Why does that evening's memory<BR/>Return with this night's storm–<BR/>A party twenty years ago,<BR/>Its disappointments warm?<BR/><BR/>There are so many might have beens,<BR/>What ifs that won't stay buried,<BR/>Other cities, other jobs,<BR/>Strangers we might have married.<BR/><BR/>And memory insists on pining<BR/>For places it never went,<BR/>As if life would be happier<BR/>Just by being different."James D. Hoganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11803818692719733274noreply@blogger.com