I went to my 30th HS reunion earlier this summer.

EKG was normal, so medication is a go. Hope it helps a good bit.

~ma for excellent and quick results!

The #MelaniaLovesTrudeau pictures on Twitter are amusing me to no end. I need this kind of distraction from the avalanche of horrible Trump news day in and day out.

Good luck, Sheryl!

Getting ready to ignore my 30th college reunion next year. I suppose there's a non-zero probability that I'll decide to go, but it's pretty dang small. My college had barely existed for 30 years when I started there. Huh. You may be on to something, Jess.

I was going to ignore my high school reunion, but then a couple of friends from back in the day messaged me and said they would be in town, and I'd like to see them, plus the school has undergone a lot of remodeling and expansions. When I was there, the 2nd and 3rd floors of the part we called the west wing* were used as the convent for the nuns, and we always wondered what it was like up there. Now the nuns have moved, and the school is using part of the old convent space, and the Ursuline archives are up there, too. Basically, I want to see the Forbidden Floors of the west wing.

*The school's physical space is funky as hell. It's in an urban neighborhood, so there's not much room to expand. It started as 2 old mansions that were given to the Ursulines back in 1915, and they built the chapel to connect the 2 mansions. (The hallway outside the chapel is called -- you guessed it -- "Chapel Hall.") And so that space was the school for a long time, when class sizes were like 10 girls. As enrollment grew, some time in the 70s they built an ugly-ass expansion on the east side of the mansions, and it's jarringly weird to see it next to those 2 gorgeous old buildings.

The urban neighborhood that the school is in is not the best neighborhood, though it's been slowly gentrifying. And I always wondered what the local residents thought when we gathered on the front lawn to do weird Catholic shit like May Crowning. (Literally, one girl put a crown of flowers on the big-ass statue of Mary [mom of Jesus, just to be clear; not a random Mary], and then the rest of us laid flowers at the foot of the statue. We probably looked like a cult.)

Here's a picture of the west wing; the middle part is where the chapel was built to connect the 2 buildings: [link]

Basically, I want to see the Forbidden Floors of the west wing.

Oooh, that *is* enticing.

If there have been high school reunions since about my tenth I haven't heard about them. Shrug.

I think I've escaped the eye of my highschool alumni association. My college intelligence system, however, has kept good track of me.

This year would have been the 40th high school reunion. I should have gone to see how many of my classmates are great-grandparents. (the Appalachian foothills have a similar birthrate to Utah)

I alternate between being aghast and bewildered that I am considered middle aged and an adult, and feeling very old.

My 25th is this year. I... dunno. Most of the people I care about, I'm still in touch with.