This weekend I celebrated my 20 year high school reunion. Say what?!? I know what you're thinking, impossible! You're only 25, right? Wait, that's not what you were thinking? Well, whether it seems plausible or not the reality is that it's been 20 years since I dawned my red cap and gown and sat out on Falcon Field to get that diploma. You have to understand, I didn't love high school. I also didn't hate it. I had an amazing group of friends, most of whom did not attend my school because they either attended the other high school in the county, were older than me by a couple of years and had already graduated, or were homeschooled. My very best friend did attend Fauquier High with me, my Grace Face. You know the friend I'm talking about, the friend that is more like a sister than anything. The one you tell everything to and who knows you better than you know yourself in some ways. The friend who went with you on all your family vacations, and whose family is an extension of your own. That was my Grace. When I think of high school, I think first and foremost of her. We were both good students (really she was in the top ten and an exceptional student, I was merely decent). I don't remember feeling unpopular, but I also knew I was never part of the cool group at school. And I was okay with that, because I had amazing friends and found my value outside of school. But for Grace it always seemed to matter. She always cared more than me about high school. So twenty years later when she calls me from California to tell me she's flying out to our reunion and I HAVE to come too, I complied. More for her than any other reason, although I can say now I'm glad I went. There were a couple of people it was really nice to see. It is a big milestone I suppose. I'm pretty proud of the person I've become over the last twenty years. No major regrets, and a lot of life still to live. This is the face of 38 folks. Ready or not, reunion here I come!
The photo booth was fun! I loved seeing Margaret and Dale, and others too.
Seriously I don't even know some of these people, but hey, it's okay.
Me and my Grace .. no matter how much time passes we always have our history that makes her feel like more of a sister.
Grace: came the furthest
Margaret: married the longest
Dale: most degrees
Me: drives oldest minivan 😳. What an honor to win that one, especially when said minivan wouldn't even start that night and I had to get a ride in Grace's rental car.
The next morning I met Grace for brunch before she flew back home.
It was fun seeing everyone. Till next time, whenever that may be.
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