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.

I would love to go to my high school reunion, except we don't have any. I'm curious about everyone.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

My graduating class was about 400 people and I'm not curious about any of them. The ones I kept in touch with were important to me. If there was someone else who wanted to know where I was, then my parents had the same phone number up until about 1 month ago.

I've lived without them for 20 years, and I haven't missed them.

I know one friend is a tantric sex instructor and that another one writes for the Daily Telegraph. I haven't had any contact in the past 15 years with any of them except for the tantric sex instructor.

Despite having gone a long time without seeing them, I'm very much a "remember me?" sort of a person. I have to hold myself back from making contact with people I used to know that I've googled up.

I can't imagine a high school so big that there'd be people in my graduating class I didn't know. I certainly didn't know everyone in the school every year, but I could probably recognise a few years' worth of kids, and am moderately curious about many of them too.

I don't know what the world was to make of us, and being in North America all this time means I have even less idea how it all turned out.

My graduating class was about 150. I've kept in touch with only one person regularly, and there are maybe five others that I see every once in a while. My ten-year reunion will be in three years. No clue if I'd have any interest in going by then.