In my email the other day, I received a notification from my graduating class president. I can’t believe it’s been nearly ten years since I last set foot in my high school. Now, naturally, it’s time for us all to get back together for a day or evening and reminisce or talk about our new achievements, time to finally get drunk together . . . you know, legally. But all I can think is how much I really don’t want to go.
Keeping in Touch Has Never Been Easier
Facebook. Twitter. Snapchat. The social media phenomenon we currently find ourselves in leaves so little of an excuse to not stay in touch with people we know. It also leaves us the same piddly excuse not to look up that person we haven’t seen since they moved away in preschool, because, you know, we’re “friends”!
I have people on my Facebook friends list that I had maybe one conversation with in the entire four years we spent in the same building in high school. We’ve talked even less through the computer, but because of my news feed, I know everything about them, right down to the date of their dog’s last vet appointment.
There’s Nothing New to Share
On the off chance that I was to run into someone who isn’t on my friends list, there’s really nothing new to share. Aside from my two awesome children, I’ve not accomplished a whole lot in my adult life. I certainly haven’t accomplished what they’ll all be expecting to hear from me.
Everyone knew what I wanted out of life. I wanted to write, to be published. They all mentioned it when signing my yearbook. They all, even the ones I was surprised to find out they knew of my existence, promised to buy my books. But I haven’t published one yet. In fact, for several years I wasn’t even working toward that goal. At times I’m slightly ashamed of my loss of ambition, even though it has returned in tenfold.
Until I Got the Email I’d Never Even Known Who Our Class President Was
To say I wasn’t overly involved in my school would be the understatement of the year. A member of the outcast group, I never put much into trying to be included in the activities that went on in that building. My school hours were kept filled with the busywork of class, or if that was taken care of, my homework. After school was my job away from school. I didn’t go to football games. The only school related activity I was part of was the newspaper and that was a regular scheduled class.