>I am getting ready to have my 10 year high school reunion. Yes. TEN. YEARS. Ugh…
Some days it seems like it was just yesterday that I was a high school student. Oh my goodness, I was caught up in drama and boys and girlfriends and BAND…oh how I loved band…and school newspaper and ball games and boys and spring break and the fight song (“Home of the Silver and the Blue! P-M-H-S….THE BEST!”), prom and did I mention boys? I was ALWAYS with my friends, NEVER worried about much and OFTEN thought I was ready to grow up. I walked those blue halls with blue lockers, and dreamed of the day I would be older and carefree.
Other days that life I used to lead seems like it belonged to someone else. Like it’s the plot of a book I read and loved years ago. The older I get, the less it feels like ME. Because really, there’s no way I was a size twelve or a decent flute player or one of those mouthy girls who walks the mall giggling with her gaggle of girlfriends. That’s not who I was, right? I’ve always been overweight and responsible and tired and out of touch, haven’t I? Geez…
Did I mention that I’m planning my reunion? (Yes, I am a glutton for punishment. Why do you ask?) People keep asking me how I got the job of planning this shindig, and I’m honestly not quite sure. I thought I could help plan the event, since we finally lived in the area again. I got in touch with the Alumni Association at my high school, and was told that no one was working on the reunion. WHAT? No one is planning the reunion? We can’t NOT have a reunion! “I’ll get some people together,” I said, and here I am. I’m not the class president (who should be planning this thing). I wasn’t even one of the cool kids. I’m just some washed up band geek trying to get a party started.
I hope lots of people show up. We have a minimum food and beverage total we have to reach ($2000 – shouldn’t be hard with the cash bar, right?). I hope that I look good. I was too busy planning this thing to get in shape for it. (Okay fine, I haven’t been in shape for anything since I graduated…) I know people have Romy and Michelle delusions about what this reunion might look like, and I hope they’re not pissed when I disappoint them. Do you know how expensive reunions like that are? Maybe in another decade folks…
So in honor of my impending reunion, I wanted to share something with you. This is the poem my Mom and Dad (probably just Mom with Dad’s encouragement) wrote to place in the last issue of the school paper when I graduated. I loved it then, and I still love it today. I think it will be fairly easy to see that we love music in my family…
Princess Katie Diane
You’re our perfect Grievous Angel,
you’re our Devil in Disguise
You’re either Manic Monday or you’re
You’re such a Groovy Kind of Love, it’s true
Do You Want To Know a Secret?
We’re so proud of you!
Love, Mom & Dad