I feel like people don’t do this anymore. My highschool was very large and I don’t think myself or anyone I know even knew who is responsible for it so it never happens

Fuck no. I was done with that shit the moment it was over. I didn’t give a fuck about them back then and I certainly don’t give a fuck about them now. Anyone I cared to keep in touch with I’ve kept in touch with.

If one was held, then I was not invited. In any case COVID fucked up my last 2 years of highschool, so I feel it would’ve been awkward.

I cannot physically escape my high school reunion in this lifetime.

I went to a fairly small school and I was the only one who graduated that year.

So every moment of every day for the rest of my life is my high school reunion.

On the upside though, I was the valedictorian, a fact which has actually helped me get jobs.

I’m good. I didn’t even attend my own graduation, much less any reunions.

I did, but undercover. It was hilarious!

A lot changed in my life after graduation, including my first name and my surname (the latter due to marriage, the first thanks to deed poll, I always disliked the name my parents gave me…).

A few dear old friends from school knew about me living abroad, about all the other changes going on in my life and since all of us were the weird folks back then, we decided to prank everyone else big time.

So, I went there as a friend of one attending. Fricking no one recognised me. Not a soul. But they kept asking why person x was the only one no one found contact details of online, or any other way of contact. The person they knew just disappeared into thin air after graduation.

A big mystery no one could figure out who wasn’t in on the ruse. Some great theories we’ve overheard that evening included, but were not limited to:

A) dead

B) in prison

C) became a hermit

I stood right next to those people I went to school with for over 10 years, some I knew even longer.

It was a fun challenge for me keeping a straight face for the entire evening while drinks were also involved. Not one person could figure out they knew me in the first place. :D

No. I’ve spent a long, long time and a lot of effort to try and fundamentally change the shitty person I was back then. I don’t want to revisit that chapter at all.

I went to the first one and didn’t enjoy myself. Saw the assholes are now cops and most of the self-proclaimed cool kids were now shilling one MLM or another. Everyone still hung out in the same groups they did in high school. They held a moment of silence for the popular dickhead who got drunk and drowned in a river after high school.

The entire purpose of highschool reunions was rendered irrelevant as soon as social media was invented.

Oh fun, story time!

I didn’t like most of the people in my high school, I’m sure some of them grown to be nice people, but my best friend in high school is still my beat friend now. In fact she is family and we share the same last name. (but we didn’t get married!)

So back in the day we very briefly dated but it was clear to both of us that wasn’t going to work but we’ve remained been friends ever since. Fast forward a few decades and I’ve finally came out and transitioned like I always wanted to. Was already no contact with my birth family for unrelated reasons, so when it became the time to legally change my namd… I took hers! She is the only person that felt like family anyways, every major holiday, birthday, breakup, we’ve always been there to help each other. So now we call each other sisters, I’m the cool fun aunt to her daughter and I’ve been maid of honor in both of her weddings and married to my own gorgeous wife. Life is good! Everything worked out, happy endings all around.

(Fun fact: technically you can say I lost my virginity to my sister 😜 )

But back on topic, I thought about going to a high school reunion just to see if I’d pass but even if I did, then I’d just be some random lady no one recognized? I felt like I didn’t belong around those folk because of my own issues, but since I never made happy young memories at the time, I wouldn’t have much to reminiscing about at the reunion either.

This year would be my 25th. Never been invited to a single one. There have been several, as a friend has confirmed.

I’m not worried about ever seeing those assholes again. K-12 was spent being tormented for being different. Not something I need to relive.

If I was invited, I doubt I’d go. It’s not even worth my time to flex on someone I couldn’t be bothered to give a cold shit about.

I keep in touch with my real friends, always. No need to reuinte with a bunch of bigots who made my youth a hell in a box.

I was asked by some friends that I hadn’t seen since HS if I was coming to my 10 year reunion. It happened to also be the same day of my wedding and when I saw pictures, looked like maybe 40-50 of class of 300 showed up. There wasn’t a 20 planned that I’m aware and honestly with social media I don’t see a point.

I was invited to my 10 year. The person running it had encouraged my exgf to break up with me years ago. It wasn’t being held at the school, and by all accounts only a few people were going. I think it was going to be at a Denny’s essentially. It sounded miserable so I skipped it. No regrets.

Oh hell no.

I didn’t like the bulk of my classmates 40 years ago and from what I’ve seen in the FB group for my class, which I joined to find those few I did like, time has not improved them at all.

I changed high schools midway through my sophomore year, going from an all-boy catholic school to public, so I didn’t really know many people from the public high school, besides my immediate social circle. Also they were the cool, class-skipping, weed and cigarette smoking kids, so I doubt they’d be at the class reunion, and they’re probably the only people I’d want to see anyway.

There was this beautiful girl I went on a date with once who went to my high school… a couple years after I graduated, I saw her at a bar, and she gave me her number. I didn’t even remember her. We went on exactly one date, where she revealed that she nanny’d for a super rich summering-in-a-french-villa family, and for some reason it intimidated me so much I had a panic attack, and before we even got to where we were supposed to go on the date, I turned the car around and took her home. Apologized, and never really spoke again.

I still think about her, and how beautiful she was, and what the fuck came over me that night. But I doubt she’d be at the reunion.

Also I haven’t been very successful in my own life (not terrible by any means but, not great) so I wouldn’t really be able to show off much of anything except that I’m much more handsome and physically fit now than I was then. I dunno. Doesn’t seem like much when I’m still riddled with student loan debt and anxiety.