Why Reunite??

 

Chew on this - if you're struggling with the idea of attending a Reunion, this article is for you. Apparently the internal debate is universal.  I know I've had some of the same thoughts.  If I wait until I'm rich enough/thin enough/successful enough, you guys will never see me again!  

Read on and discuss amongst yourselves.  It would behoove us all to realize that our classmates don't care about what we look like, the size of our checkbook, or how fast we've climbed the corporate ladder.  

For a few hours, at least, we can all be 18 again!  Well, 18 with wrinkles, anyways...




 

"Swallow your pride and reunite"


Not that we look old enough for this, but high school reunion season has rolled around, and this year is a biggie.

Over the next few months, thousands of erstwhile kids from across the region will be flocking home to the nest like overgrown chicks for the ultimate almost-midlife milestone: the 20th high school reunion.

But there is a surprising number of thirtysomethings who insist on missing this incredible chance to face - and laugh at - the past.

Why? This is what we're hearing, and why we think they should change their minds.

The Top 10 list of excuses for avoiding the reunion...

I am not rich yet. Or, my job is not high-powered enough.

When will you be successful enough to face everyone? In 2028, at our 40th reunion? Please don't wait that long, life is too short to miss a chance to connect. Check your ego, and show up anyway.

I'm 38 and have not yet married, had kids, bought a house, written a book, sold my screenplay, . . . (fill in your favorite personal disappointment here).  You have been doing something during these past 20 years. Come and tell everyone about it.

I'm too fat/going bald/have an embarrassing skin condition.  You aren't alone. Not a good excuse. Pull on your Spanx, comb it over, slather on the Eucerin, and forget about it for the night.

I hated everyone from high school.  Everyone? Not one single person you can remember with fondness? Check your e-mail contacts list, I bet there is at least one faithful high school pal there. Message them and see if they are going. Ask if they would like to see you there.

Everyone from high school hated me. Or, I haven't been in touch in 20 years, so if they didn't hate me then, they hate me now.  And ignoring this problem will make it go away? Time to make amends. Show up at your reunion, make peace, and enjoy a special bonus - you won't spend the next 20 years being hated.

I can't remember anyone's name.  That's why God invented name tags and an open bar.

I'm afraid to see the one who broke my heart/whose heart I broke. Or, I'm afraid I won't see them.  Suck it up, they probably don't remember you anyway.

I don't want my spouse to know what a loser I was in high school.  They already know. They love you anyway.

I hate '80s music. I refuse to go anywhere where I might be trapped in a room listening to Duran Duran or Frankie Goes to Hollywood.  Maybe your reunion has hired a sadistic DJ, but my Wellesley High reunion has made its playlist negotiable.

I can't go because I (or someone very close to me) is having a baby, living more than 3,000 miles away, just declared bankruptcy...OK, in those very special cases, you get a free get-out-of-reunion card, and we wish you well.

But seriously folks, even though some of us lived in Wellesley before bloggers started calling it "Swellesley" - in fact, before bloggers even existed - there is something to celebrate about where we came from, and how far we've come. Even if some of you are afraid it's not far enough.

See you there.






By Erica Noonan, Boston Globe  |  September 18, 2008