Monday, August 6, 2012
Toto, I Don't Think We're in High School Anymore
It was something we'd debated about doing since it was announced. See, Matt and I didn't quite finish high school the way our fellow classmates did. At the beginning of our junior year Matt and I dropped out to do home school, and graduated early.
However, we were still a part of this great big moment in our lives. A moment when we were a piece of the class of 2002, the Rio Rancho Rams. And while we were never quite the pep-rally-schoo- spirit-ra-ra crowd, something drew us to the reunion where we could celebrate with our classmates.
Those who we were closest to in school weren't there, and as we sat down at a large table I realised that it didn't matter. People grow, change, and all of the stereotypes and groups that we fit into ten years ago no longer applied. I sat with my husband at our table looking at those around us. In high school some were friends, some were not. Some were cheerleaders, some were drama geeks. In fact two were Matt's ex-girlfriends.
But now we sat together: a blogger, a politician, a fire fighter, a soldier, a coordinator, a wedding planner, a writer, a publicist, a social worker and parents.
Grown ups. Real live adults.
It didn't matter what we were in high school, or what we'd done since then. That wasn't what connected us. We came from the same place. We'd lived in the same town. We'd lost the same friends and classmates that never made it to graduation, or the reunion.
And it's a strange feeling - but a good one - to feel apart of something that's so unique to a small group of people.