The Reunion

In just a few days, I'll be traveling home to go to my 10 year high school reunion. Wow, so many feelings and emotions are attached to it. First of all, it's been a long time. Ten years seems like a long time, but in other ways I feel like I should still be a Mustang dressed in my purple and gold gym clothes. Am I old enough to be out of school for 10 years, be married for 5 and have a young child? The answer is... yep. I'm there. I'm proud to be where I am. Since high school I have gotten 2 degrees, married a wonderful man, had a beautiful child, taught several hundred children, and enjoyed myself along the way.

High school had many good moments. Softball would have to be the best part. I was the worst part of the team, but I learned things there that I never could have learned in a classroom. As I think about going back, I'm flooded with memories of sleepovers, football games, JR./Sr, and all the rest that goes along with high school. Overall, high school was a good experience for me. I wasn't part of the top tier or the bottom tier, but hung out there in the middle. I had a good core group of friends who were great to hang out with and made life fun during those times. I am looking forward to seeing them and meeting husbands and children and such. The slightly strange part of seeing them for me though is that several of them remained friends after high school. I left for college in August after graduation and havn't really lived there since. They are all current on each other's lives, but I only know what's been posted on Facebook.

There are also parts of high school that I would love to never go back to; I don't really even want to reflect, but alas, I can't help but do it. Let me be a bit transparent here. In high school, I was very hard on myself. I struggled with my self esteem and self confidence. It was a constant battle for me. At times it still can be. Going back to high school scares me because I don't want to slip back into that old me. While I do still struggle to believe in myself and have confidence, I am in a much better place with me than I was back then. I don't want to walk into the reunion and immediately fall back into "mousy me". I don't want to feel inferior the way that I used to feel. BUt I know that it's going to be hard to step out of that car and walk in. Cute dress or not, High school me might come back out.

One difference this time is that I will have my fabulous husband by my side. He knows all this about me. My struggles with me, my need to conquor this reunion, my need for help in confidence. Plus I'll be proud to walk in with a hot guy on my arm. Let's face it, that didn't really happen much for me in high school. So here goes, classes of 2000 every where, Good luck with your reunions. Wear your new sleves proudly. Give people a chance to grow up, Be an adult, but enjoy looking back and seeing how far we've come.