It Gets Better, Or Does It?
Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Yesterday I was reading the news story regarding the high school sophomore who won her place in the homecoming court as a cruel prank that apparently—and wonderfully—backfired on the teens who tried to shame her. As I usually do, I scrolled down to the comments section and some of them caused my gears of reflection to wonder about the past.
Basically, someone mentioned that high school and its various tribulations and suffering it can induce on those who aren’t popular do not reflect what the real world is like which I largely agree with. Mind you, when I was in high school there was no such thing as Myspace or Facebook or all this around the clock “connectedness” that’s now so commonplace. If I wanted to stay in touch with a friend, it was via a good old fashioned phone call on a regular telephone, sending a set of encoded numbers on a beeper, America Online and, if your 28k-56k modem could support it, perhaps a very blurry and choppy encounter via Netmeeting. My time in high school was obviously much different than what it is now. I digress.
The comment got me to thinking of when I attended my high school reunion not too long ago. I initially had no intention of going since there was only one person who I was eager to reconnect with and the chances of her being there were slim to none. After being encouraged by a former co-worker and some family, I decided I would drag my longtime friend who I happened to meet in high school along with me even though she too had little enthusiasm for the whole thing.
As the date of the reunion approached, I actually got more and more excited about the whole thing. Who would I see? Would this classmate that I’d lost touch with for so many years be there? It’d be great to maybe run into so and so.
Ultimately, my over-enthusiasm set me up for disappointment.