My mom and my OBC graduated the same year. My om has always been involved with the planning, being the pretty, popular, well-liked, cheerleader that she was/is. Well, he never bothered to show his face after the 10th year reunion until their 30th year reunion. Which happened to be held on my birthday that year. Now, he has never acknowledged me in public, but everyone at that reunion knows he's my OBC. He and my mom chatted for a bit, but he never asked about me. My mom said that if she had been drunk enough, she would have sauntered over and said, "I know where you were 29 years ago today. I wonder if you remember?"

BWAH.

My 20th would have been this year if anyone had organized it. I'd go, but I'm not interested enough to do the heavy lifting. Probably how everyone else feels.

That is awesome, DawnK!

I kept in touch with no one, but for the past few weeks, I cannot stop dreaming about people I went to high school with! Although I really susect the author of this [link] is a friend of mine from 1st grade through mid-college. She went to Harvard as an engineering majot as a valedictorian, and the last I heard took a job as a call girl in college and then was writing for magazines. She could also play classical piano well enough to get into all-region orchestra and was valedictorian. She did not, in fact, have violet eyes!

She did, however, date and de-virginize the gay boy I was in love with in high school AND eat one bite from every single donut given to my family upon my grandfather's death. It is only in the past ten years that I realize the she was worth much more than the annoying lyring gayboy who is now a wedding planner in San Francisco, who , although gay, only seems to plan straight weddings!

Leora Lightwoman. She was Leora Lightman when I knew her. I'm not sure how I managed to bridge that google gap and find her again, but that's definitely the girl I tied to the teacher's desk in UIV.

Thus launching her career in the art of sex.

My 20th is in a year, but the gang I hung out with had theirs last weekend. I was told that the Ronald McDonald statue they swiped when they were juniors would be making an appearance.

Thus launching her career in the art of sex.

I like to take credit for it, yes.

This is freaking me out--it's not a common name, and she's precisely the right age to be one of my more raucous classmates.

If I were to Google my classmates, I probably couldn't even find the girls. They've surely all married and changed their names, thus virtually disappearing, at least to the casual searcher.

The shit they used to give me for saying I wouldn't change my name.

I only found Joyti because the articles about her arrest mention her mother by name. So weird.

My 20th reunion is this year. Haven't decided yet if I'll go.