This summer I’m passing another one of ‘em signposts of getting older: my high school graduation class is holding its 20 year reunion. I’m not going. High school just wasn’t my thing.
During that period I only attended my classes dutifully, obtained a slightly above average G.P.A., and kept my socializing and extra curricular activities to a bare minimum. I was a member of The Science Club, not nearly as well-attended as the most popular club (Ski Club), but both did basically the same thing (weekend field trips). Mostly my high school was all about football and attending mandatory morning pep rallies all the time. Rah fucking rah. Check the number of football players listed as “notable alumni” on the school’s Wikipedia entry. Another semi-famous attendee was Doug Hopkins, the songwriter from The Gin Blossoms who killed himself in 1993.
Another high school memory — on the first day of seventh grade, I remember making a conscious decision to never eat lunch in the cafeteria. For the next six years I either went home for lunch, ate in the school’s outdoor café, hid out in the library, or walked to a nearby grocery store to hang out and read magazines. It sounds pathetic, but in all honesty I liked being alone — even today.
So we’ll just pass on the reunion and let everyone else talk about their families and their SUVs and their perfect golf swings. I have a Classmates page in case anyone would want to contact me. The photo is from my senior yearbook, taken when my hair was at its longest (is that a mullet?!?).