I got a facebook invitation (from a woman that I really respect. She's brilliant + gorgeous- holla, Christine!) about our 10 year high school reunion this week.
Not possible. Readers, I need your help.
I realized that I've only once mentioned high school before, and only briefly to say that while it wasn't a bad experience, I don't ever think about it.
It's weird because I *loved* high school when I was there! It was fun, I loved the people, I did well in my classes... but when I look back, I'm a little bit embarrassed.
Let's just learn a little bit about auna as a high schooler, shall we?
First of all, my name wasn't 'auna' then. I used my full name in those days. It was horrible. While I do like my full name now, it was *never* friendly as a kid. I had to repeat it incessantly, people always forgot it, I got accused (and possibly always carried a stigma with people because of it) of being pretentious for having it (as if I can help my name...) and *every* substitute teacher was another opportunity to learn new ways of slaughtering my name.
What's in a name, Shakespeare? A lot, you jerk.
Second of all... I had a strong...massive opinion about *everything* and hadn't yet learned that just because I am blessed with an opinion doesn't mean everyone has to hear it all.the.time.
Thirdly, I was a brat. Not all the time, and usually to my parents, but often enough to blush when I remember.
I had zero athletic skills, so instead I spent my time devouring French, in yearbook class and as the President of NHS.
Mhm. I'm really glad that seventeen is just a stage of life, though I wish I could have a few conversations with my 17-year-old self.
|Fellow francophile, Becky. We're making Eiffel Towers with our hands. Clearly my sickness goes way back. I discovered *several* pictures like this taken with Becky. We really, really liked French. Apparently.|
My fault, for the record.
It's really hard to think back when every memory I have is tied to someone that was once my best friend and now isn't. And not because we 'drifted apart', haha. It sours all of the fun we had. Though there are several great + good friends that I'd love to see again, I don't know that a high school reunion is the preferable circumstance.
|Brandon + I climbing trees at a yearbook event ... check out my super cool yearbook tee. I definitely wore it to bed last night.|
I finally felt justified when little statuses started popping up here and there from people who felt the same way I did, or were at least on the fence about going.
Is it worth the price tag of a plane ticket?
Have people changed? (though that's not fair, because I know that I have)
Would we even have anything in common anymore, or anything to talk about?
Valid questions. YES! I'm not the only one!
|Posing with my awesome brother . Prom, senior year. I wanted to look like Rose from Titanic. The *first* time it was in theaters. I was obviously super, super cool. And I swear, I had a date.|
I decided to pepper this post with some super cool pics of my from my Junior and Senior years. Clearly, I was pretty awesome (sarcasm intended). I went through some old photo albums (back before digital cameras- holla!) and noticed that for my Sweet Sixteen I kept all of the cards I got for my birthday. I read all of the inside jokes from really close friends, positive that I'd never forget them, and had no idea what any of them referred to. The only inside jokes I can actually remember are...
The secret Calvin and Hobbes based language I made up in the 6th grade with my friend Lisa. we were rockstars. We also used to flush the toilet in her bathroom and then run out screaming, "IT'S GONNA BLOW!!!" before dramatically jumping to escape certain death and instead inflicting countless rug burns on our faces. We did this repeatedly. All the time.
Sorry for taking you down with me, Lisa.
|Renee + me... clearly wondering if you've seen our baseball.|
Nothing else even remotely rings a bell. I guess I sort of thought high school would be different, based on the way it's immortalized in our country.
Sorry, Bryan Adams, those were in fact *not* the best days of my life.
But they also weren't the worst.
How was high school for you? Would YOU go to a reunion- have you gone? What was it like? Weigh in below or on FACEBOOK. I'd love to hear your stories!