tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post2143698649782653777..comments2023-09-29T06:00:09.242-05:00Comments on Julie Pippert: Using My Words: Whilst introspective and angsty, may as well talk about high school (again)Julie Pipperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03169574697104642479noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-68006705636658823652008-11-25T00:00:00.000-06:002008-11-25T00:00:00.000-06:00Skipped my high school reunions because I didn't f...Skipped my high school reunions because I didn't feel like I could go until I had "arrived" By the time I had "arrived" I didn't really care to go at all. Go figure.WineWonkettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11818555727356438863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-75618724867342697052008-04-17T00:20:00.000-05:002008-04-17T00:20:00.000-05:00I thought I would NEVER go to a reunion. I was a c...I thought I would NEVER go to a reunion. I was a connector then (and now too, I suppose). My friends were preppies, druggies, leaders, geeks, and loners. I was a slut and a straight A student. I threw parties and kids threw up on my parents' white rugs... I kept touch with a few real friends over years and miles. And, shockingly, I went to the 20 year last Fall. I brought my curious husband and photos of the kids. I actually enjoyed it. I talked with some people and wished I remembered them better. I was amazed and moved by the change of others. And I was tickled when others were amazed by me. Gone was my Dead Head hair and shapeless clothing. It wasn't about saying look at me now, but look at all of us now, how interesting time can mold us. Go with an open heart and low expectations. And crop dust anyone who is too full of themselves.kim the midwifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17460990829470663365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-2992967720714775702008-04-16T17:58:00.000-05:002008-04-16T17:58:00.000-05:00a) Earrings down the sink?! I think that was Marc...a) Earrings down the sink?! I think that was Marcia Brady's prom, Missy! And for 1988 - you look fabulous! Super-thin, though. <BR/><BR/>b) I loved high school. Don't want to relive it, but loved it. I moved a lot, and got to live in the same place all through high school. A bunch of my friends just had their high school featured on the show HIGH SCHOOL REUNION. If my 10th had been like that, I would have bolted and not looked back. <BR/><BR/>c) I cannot wait for my reunion. It's half-way across the country, but that's the fun. Plus, my new hubby wants to check out the Boca weirdness that was my high school. Plus, I have a husband - that will freak out some people as much as it does me! <BR/><BR/>d) and most important: It's so interesting. Of course, I retrospectively loathe so many things about who I was, and who other people were. It's my chance to revisit who I used to be. And since I really like who I continue to become, I have learned to really love that mouthy little joiner of a kid who was fighting to figure out who she wanted to be. She did much better than I thought she would!!!<BR/><BR/>Great post. Loved it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-87973421835083962582008-04-15T23:32:00.000-05:002008-04-15T23:32:00.000-05:00I totally could have written this. Except -- I di...I totally could have written this. Except -- I did go to the reunion (10) and found it a great way to lay some anxieties to rest.<BR/><BR/>Oh, and also I didn't look that good in high school...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-11257013785666504432008-04-15T02:48:00.000-05:002008-04-15T02:48:00.000-05:00I skipped my 10th (I moved across the continent an...I skipped my 10th (I moved across the continent and well away from all of my high school friends and enemies a long time ago).<BR/><BR/>But lately my age group has been manifesting on Facebook and it's given me a chance to get back in touch with people. Not so many that I'd fly across country to sit with two or three of them at a party; but if I were in the city anyway I would look them up.<BR/><BR/>Also, there was this girl...<BR/><BR/>And now we're kind of friends. And <I>that</I> was a bit like time travel and righting old wrongs. Maybe a reunion is a place where that can happen, because maybe everyone else is thinking the same damn things you are.Backpacking Dadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02498905428420679901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-28270926482962783392008-04-14T13:46:00.000-05:002008-04-14T13:46:00.000-05:00i've never been to a reunion. i live too far away...i've never been to a reunion. i live too far away and they are never at a good time for me to go. who plans a reunion 2 weeks before thanksgiving. could you at least do it when I might be travelling back to MI to visit my family? but no, they don't think about this. Because no one else has bothered to leave the state. sigh.painted maypolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06446625015003854710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-89372458343541506032008-04-14T13:00:00.000-05:002008-04-14T13:00:00.000-05:00i have no interest what so ever in a high school r...i have no interest what so ever in a high school reunion. high school wasn't horrible, but the people i cared for (just a small few) are still a part of my life. i just don't have any real interest in seeing anyone else.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04662448292809451387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-59337606832104795282008-04-14T06:43:00.000-05:002008-04-14T06:43:00.000-05:00I've never gone and I never will. I would step in...I've never gone and I never will. I would step into that auditorium and instantly become that shy, goth girl again. It took me long enough to be the person I am today. <BR/><BR/>PS. You = hotness.Jenny, the Bloggesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13718481135182612620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-84047711941183063622008-04-14T06:01:00.000-05:002008-04-14T06:01:00.000-05:00I graduated high school form a school in Italy, an...I graduated high school form a school in Italy, and we have no reunions (we had no prom, either, but that's another story). I have to say I wish we had reunions--I would love to go, to see these people I once was so close to, or knew so well, at least. My husband loves his reunions, and is going in October. He, unlike me, has stayed in touch still with a handful of his high school friends.Aliki2006https://www.blogger.com/profile/15763865834765963343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-68229823079806771242008-04-13T22:21:00.000-05:002008-04-13T22:21:00.000-05:00I can't believe the timing of this post!On Thursda...I can't believe the timing of this post!<BR/><BR/>On Thursday night, I got the email -- the one notifying me of my *gasp* 20-year reunion.<BR/><BR/>My class had a 5-year reunion and, well, we just never could get it together after that, so this will be the first in 15 years. Eek.<BR/><BR/>I'm going. Because I'm one of those rabidly curious people and because I actually had more fun at the 5-year event than I thought I would. <BR/><BR/>What I really want, however, is to attend Hubs' next reunion. He's 14 years older than me, so I'll look pretty young & spiffy at that gathering!Cathy, Amy and Kristinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01472486650115997239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-50491414654589122382008-04-13T21:22:00.000-05:002008-04-13T21:22:00.000-05:00oh my god. i just realized it's been nineteen yea...oh my god. i just realized it's been nineteen years since i graduated high school.<BR/><BR/>your prom outfit, given the era, is less embarrassing than mine.Bonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14403701620708365171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-32203842819123379142008-04-12T23:08:00.000-05:002008-04-12T23:08:00.000-05:00i can't do it. i just cannot bring myself to do it...i can't do it. i just cannot bring myself to do it.Girlplustwohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07056576921114387218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-5232299931786897892008-04-12T22:21:00.000-05:002008-04-12T22:21:00.000-05:00My 20th is next year and things are already gearin...My 20th is next year and things are already gearing up for it. There's a freakin' website with a counter and everything. Even worse? One of the organizers lives around the corner from me. My world is way too small. <BR/><BR/>I went to my 10th, but only had an ok time. I was pretty pregnant and somewhat miserable. The people I really wanted to see weren't there. I seriously doubt I will go to my 20th. Unless of course I can get this extra weight off. :)Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14599462281364463565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-88520621546617289592008-04-12T21:33:00.000-05:002008-04-12T21:33:00.000-05:00I haven't been to any of mine. I kind of assume no...I haven't been to any of mine. I kind of assume not many people would remember me, and I haven't kept in touch with more than a couple of people, and then only every several years. <BR/><BR/>So I haven't really seen the point in going.Jennifer Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16239563357592230711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-79794495914989673342008-04-12T19:53:00.000-05:002008-04-12T19:53:00.000-05:00I've got another two years before my 20th reunion ...I've got another two years before my 20th reunion and I'm already freaking out about it. High School will do that to a person.Chicky Chicky Babyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-60548821033572083722008-04-12T14:46:00.000-05:002008-04-12T14:46:00.000-05:00My 20th is next month and I'm dragging my husband ...My 20th is next month and I'm dragging my husband (not willingly). I too didn't love my high school self (who did?) and I definitely didn't love high school. But reunion or not, that's all behind me. I'm happy with where I am now and what my life is now and I'm curious to see how others are and what they're doing with their lives. I actively keep in touch with only one good high school friend and she and her husband (also a childhood friend) are also going to the reunion. I think it'll be fun to reconnect with people who I was friendly with back then.Amy@UWMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08054650357827695777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-80258831719989490432008-04-12T09:22:00.000-05:002008-04-12T09:22:00.000-05:00I do think reunions were more worthwhile before th...I do think reunions were more worthwhile before the Internet. You couldn't just Google someone back then. <BR/><BR/>I'm pretty sure I'll be skipping mine. Not really interested at all.Kylahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-59887893120180236612008-04-12T07:10:00.000-05:002008-04-12T07:10:00.000-05:00By the time high school was done, I was done, too....By the time high school was done, I was done, too. I never felt like I belonged (mind you, I had moved to that country 3 years prior, so I probably didn't' belong). There were no hard feelings, it just wasn't for me. <BR/><BR/>I don't need to go back now to see anyone. I'm not even curious - is that strange? I'm very, very happy with where I went, and I think I made good (and lucky) choices. <BR/><BR/>The people I went to school with - they are strangers now. I have friends and family I'd rather spend time with. I guess that's the bottom line for me.<BR/><BR/>That picture is amazing. The hair! The top! :)<BR/><BR/>HeidiFamily Adventurehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00093360285075029799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-14400498380468998892008-04-12T05:52:00.000-05:002008-04-12T05:52:00.000-05:00I went to my 15 year reunion & had a blast! I was...I went to my 15 year reunion & had a blast! I was totally different than I how I was in hs - I felt good, looked good, socialized. People were amazed: "You were so quiet in high school!" I loved it. I basked in it.<BR/><BR/>My 20 year reunion... I had just had my 2nd child, had post baby fat, leaky boobs,(a nursing pad fell out in the middle of the dance floor...!!) a failing marriage... Felt absolutely and positively the worst I could possibly feel about myself. Not such a great time.<BR/><BR/>But I still cling to that first reunion as to how could they can really be...MyThreeBlogshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07817857109007712976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-41732238814957429712008-04-11T23:27:00.000-05:002008-04-11T23:27:00.000-05:00I hear ya. I think I'd go more for curiousity tha...I hear ya. I think I'd go more for curiousity than anything else. I know that is lame. I'm not even THAT curious. <BR/>When I went to my 10 year reunion years ago nothing had changed. I always got along with all the "groups" in high school but there are always those bitchy girls. They were still bitchy. Ca-razy!<BR/>I remember one bitchy girl came up to me at the reunion and said, "So, your husband is an attorney? Where is he? Is that him?" and pointed to the nerdiest looking guy in the room. I just had to laugh. Oh man. Some chics, I tell ya.<BR/>I don't think you will miss out on much, but if you have any inkling of desire you should go. Everyone hates "what ifs". :)<BR/>And one more thing, my prom (we called them "formals" sucked! I think everyone's prom sucks. Like you said, too much anticipation.Kathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14339665205284492242noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-3565211999004396252008-04-11T22:32:00.000-05:002008-04-11T22:32:00.000-05:00I feel the same way as you do about high school, t...I feel the same way as you do about high school, though we don't really have a prom night here. We DID have a farewell, which involved much dressing up and eating... I guess that comes close. <BR/><BR/>I've been out of there exactly two years now... I really don't want to go back. I've skipped all the "reunions" so far, and unless I feel there's someone worth meeting in there I won't go. <BR/>It's been only two years, and most of the classmates - including me - are still occupied with trying to figure out what we'll do with our careers. Most of them, <I>unlike</I> me, are yet to come to any semblance of self-realization. <BR/><BR/>I feel that the strange things you and I did(I see a lot of similarity there, believe me!) in high school come partly from troubled childhood, from mixed signals from adults who want us to grow up in a certain way, from a LOT of insecurity, needing the love and attention. <BR/>In the end, once out of there and with a partner who gives me that love and security.. I'm beginning to outgrow those pretty sucky habits. From your blog, you sound like you've grown into an incredibly stable and wise person yourself - I'd like to have your combination of creative energy and emotional stability myself!<BR/><BR/>I'm not sure what I'm trying to say.. just, thank you for being you and writing this blog so honestly :).Sukhalokahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08839282055547314024noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-41608719038357665492008-04-11T21:29:00.000-05:002008-04-11T21:29:00.000-05:00Yes, too thin in that photo, as Mad said.I've been...Yes, too thin in that photo, as Mad said.<BR/><BR/>I've been to my reunions, just had the 20 year in 2006. It is fun/interesting to see some people. But by and large, I don't feel that it was oh-so-great or that people changed. <BR/><BR/>Looking back, I am not too happy with my high school self and I'd prefer not to be in a situation where I feel I need to prove something.<BR/><BR/>One little aside: I wish I hadn't gone with my husband. He was bored and I felt weird reminiscing about things that happened so long ago and are completely irrelevant to today.Lori at Spinning Yellowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09820406823337728514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-46329913759033301812008-04-11T20:22:00.000-05:002008-04-11T20:22:00.000-05:00I live too far away from where I grew up which mea...I live too far away from where I grew up which means that I missed #10 and #20. For #10, I would have had baggage and would have wanted to prove that I was better than how everyone saw me back then. In short, I was still young. For #20, I would have simply loved to hang out at a barbeque on a farm in my home town. I would have loved the sights and smells of everything AND I would have genuinely enjoyed the people and loved learning about the paths that brought them to sensible (or not) adulthood. Sadly I missed it. I was told it was fun.<BR/><BR/>BTW, you are wafer thin in that photo. Almost too thin for your own good.Madhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13416585771017767796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-6890749400445897942008-04-11T16:55:00.000-05:002008-04-11T16:55:00.000-05:00Certainly, there's plenty of the "same old guy, le...Certainly, there's plenty of the "same old guy, less hair" type of stories at any reunion. With your sense of justice, you might enjoy seeing some of the popular people who you were at odds with looking haggard. I never had any problems with people in my high school. Not really, anyway. I wasn't Mr. Popularity or anything, but I was sort of untouchable. I got along with just about everyone, and everyone basically knew me. I was a nice guy who didn't ruffle people's feathers too often, and when I did it was because they needed it. My reunion last year was fun in many ways, and it was great to catch up with people I wondered about, but no new bonds were formed and none were really rekindled. It was just a night of amusement, as you say. My advice: if it holds so much angst for you, stay home. If you think you could purge it with one trip, go. I imagine you're more in the middle of the two, which still suggests staying home is a good course of action, given your circumstances. Best of luck, regardless.Roberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04826309601023733396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-65419644369781908712008-04-11T16:13:00.000-05:002008-04-11T16:13:00.000-05:00I've been to two of mine, but my high school situa...I've been to two of mine, but my high school situation is different than most people. It's not like we're all flying to Malaysia for thai iced coffee and roti canai. So we meet in some random place in the middle-ish of the country, a church retreat center (which I LOVE, oh yes). There's no alcohol or partying of any kind. Just several days of hanging out, talking, me avoiding the circle prayer sessions. The first time I went because I needed to prove to myself that I was really over the whole "you are going to hell" thing. The last time I went because I actually had fun the first time and because I am terrible at keeping in touch so I want to know what people are up to, who they're becoming. Also, I don't know anyone else who understands what it's like to be a missionary kid like my friends from high school. And there's a real comfort in meeting up with people who, no matter how different you've become, really "get" this huge part of your life that no one else does.Gwenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12526629366170486737noreply@blogger.com