This year would be my 20th, too, if it happened and I somehow found out about it.
Obviously, we'll just need to hold our own 20th reunion, no specific high school affiliation necessary.
Joyce: You don't think it's too obvious? I think I look like I have a cat on my head. Buffy: But a very well groomed cat. Joyce: Well that's a comfort.
'Bring On The Night'
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
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Sparky1 - Apr 20, 2006 1:10:48 pm PDT #479 of 10002
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ChiKat - Apr 20, 2006 1:11:46 pm PDT #480 of 10002
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
ChiKat, I did move.
Well, see, it wasn't just me that moved. My whole family moved. Parents, younger siblings and even one older sibling. All moved out of state. There was no one left to tell them where I went.
-t - Apr 20, 2006 1:22:10 pm PDT #481 of 10002
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Hmm, I did that, too, ChiKat. Actually, my family moved about a week after I graduated and I stuck around for a month so I could go to the beach with some classmates. In any case, my high school didn't have an alumni association or anything.
Obviously, we'll just need to hold our own 20th reunion, no specific high school affiliation necessary
I like this plan.
Topic!Cindy - Apr 20, 2006 1:47:17 pm PDT #482 of 10002
What is even happening?
I missed my 20th, back in November. The RSVP time was right around when Ben was having all those medical tests. By the time he was cleared on 11/9, I was emotionally exhausted, and the reunion was on Julia's birthday, to boot.
I went to my fifth, and it was too soon. I missed my tenth, because I was in my 8th month of pregnancy and moved about two weeks before. I went to my 15th and had a great time. Everyone was over themselves, and it was truly nice to see people. I wish I'd made my 20th, but I just didn't have it in me, at the time.
I think I post the same words, every time high school reunions are brought up. I am every woman from my maternal line. Ever.
§ ita § - Apr 20, 2006 2:00:23 pm PDT #483 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I would love to go to my high school reunion, except we don't have any. I'm curious about everyone.
erikaj - Apr 20, 2006 2:07:50 pm PDT #484 of 10002
I'm a fucking amazing catch!--Fiona Gallagher, Shameless(US)
I want to go to one before it becomes watching to see who's alive. But the terrorists, I believe, messed with my ten-year one. Maybe by the twentieth I'll be pulled together or something.
ChiKat - Apr 20, 2006 2:08:15 pm PDT #485 of 10002
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
I did like high school and had good friends there, but my school was pretty big (4,000 students). I didn't know most of my graduating class. My friends were met through clubs (band, theatre, speech) and didn't follow class lines.
There are maybe 10 people from my graduating class of 900 that I care to know about. Makes reunions fairly pointless for me.
§ ita § - Apr 20, 2006 2:09:51 pm PDT #486 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
My graduating class was probably 70 or so girls, and I'm curious about them all, whether or not I liked them. My nosiness knows few boundaries in that regard.
Ginger - Apr 20, 2006 2:10:25 pm PDT #487 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
My high school has misplaced me. My university has a freaky ability to track down alumni wherever they move. If my school's Living Endowment people had been sic'ced on Osama Bin Laden, he'd have been in custody long ago.
ChiKat - Apr 20, 2006 2:11:35 pm PDT #488 of 10002
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
For me, it's not even so much a matter of liking or not. I sat through my graduation ceremony and heard about 450 names for the very first time ever. I just don't know those people at all. I didn't then and I certainly don't now.