The school days were not the best of my life (those were the party years of university and the early working career). I remember school as being characterised teenage angst, hours and hours of study and a whole lot of pressure (mainly from myself) to perform and succeed.
Having said that though I really liked school, have many happy memories and I made lifelong friends.
Which makes my school reunion avoidance hard to understand or explain.
I know why I didn't want to go to the first one. I worried that I would be judged and would not meet the grade (see what I did there?). This said a whole lot more about me than any of my school colleagues but that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
Later though I'd got over all that (or perhaps I had just lost weight, got married, had a good house and a successful career; all those things I thought were "lacking" the first time around).
But I still didn't go. I just wasn't interested. Largely I had kept in touch with the people I wanted to keep in touch with and figured there was a reason I had lost touch with the others.
It's hard to believe that it's 30 years since school (much easier to believe first thing in the morning before the application of make-up). I can't say that the school reunion idea actually filled me with joyous anticipation and the format of Mass and a morning tea I actually received with much scorn but I decided to go.
Thanks to Facebook and Twitter I spend hours a day communicating with people I hardly know so why not some face-to-face with those I spent six hours a day with for six years?
So back through those daunting gates of All Hallows and ....
- I survived
- Someone needs to develop a phone app that scans an older face and compares it against school records to give you a name and important details such as "sat next to me in English for five years"
- Having a phone with photos of your children is essential
- Discussion will go to your occupation and offspring. No-one seems to want to know about any significant other
- There is no right thing to wear. Wear what you feel comfortable in
- A room full of grown women can make as much noise as a room full of teenage girls
- Some people really don't change in 30 years
- I didn't end up under the table but I did climb up on one to get a better photo angle
There will be another reunion in five years and I think I will go (the word that there will be no Mass increases the odds).