Two weeks ago, I had the privilege of attending my ten-year high school reunion.

It still boggles my mind how it has been over ten years since I graduated from high school. It seemed like it was just yesterday that I was enjoying the senior activities at the end of the school year such as the senior prom and senior breakfast. Like most of my classmates, I could not wait to finish high school finally. There may be some perks of being a teenager again that I do miss, like having little to no bills to pay. Aside from that, I do not miss high school at all. I do not miss waking up before 7 am Monday through Friday every week for nine months at a time to sit in a super crowded bus and suffer through my classes while still trying to wake up.

Several months ago, two of my fellow high school classmates created a Facebook page to get an idea of who would want to attend a ten-year reunion. Keep in mind that I did not have many friends in my class. I was friendly with some fellow alumni, but I never really saw or spoke to them outside of school or Facebook. Combine that with my anxiety; it made the thought of attending a reunion somewhat daunting. As time progressed, a date was finally set for the reunion. The chosen date was September 30th. I had wanted to lose weight before my reunion, as I can image many people aspire to do so as well, but alas I made no progress.

One of my good friends had been deadset against attending any high school reunion from the very mention of it. They decided that reunions were "stupid" and did not want to "waste their time" with people from our graduating class. I had no problem with them not wanting to go to the reunion. It is a free country after all. But when the conversations turned to me being told that I should not go to the reunion either, I was not having any of it. Do not do something or not do something solely because somebody told you to do so. Make your own damn decisions. I replied that I would instead come out to the reunion and leave the event early if I was not having fun instead of not showing up and spend the remainder of my life wondering what if. This individual is one of those people that you have to be a little bit abrasive to actually be heard.

When the big night finally rolled around, I was able to get myself scheduled for a facial and a haircut. When I made my way to the event venue, my friend once again felt the need to pass off their negative vibes to me regarding how they felt about our fellow alumni. I had had enough of their shitty attitude and decided to say so.

I was kind out of my element, as I do not go out very much especially with many other people. Regardless, I had a great time. I am glad that I decided to come out to this event. It was interesting to see the different paths my fellow graduates took after graduation. Many classmates already had bachelor's degrees, and other classmates had pursued their education even further than that. Other people have gotten married and also had children.

In short, go out, have fun, reconnect with your former classmates. What's the worst that can happen anyway?