Class of 64
Saw some pictures in the newspaper of a class reunion of my high school. When I was in the school, it was very small. Only 210 students in 9-12 grades. My senior class was the biggest to graduate in the school's history,,,58 students. My parents had transferred me from my larger hometown school so I'd have more opportunities. And when I went out there for for my junior year, it looked good. But, what seemed to be wouldn't be. There were still the "clicks". There were still people that thought they were better than you. The only thing missing from the larger school were the bullies. No bullies in this school. But, we were close to each other. All our classes had the same people in them. We knew all the kids in the school. Our senior year brought us closer on the outside, but little on the inside. It was hard to keep up with your school friends outside of class. Alot of them still lived on farms and the others lived in three different small towns in the district. Living in still another town, it was really hard. Luckily, I was in DeMolay in the city and had a lot of friends from the old school. On the night of our graduation, we swore our undying love. Forget it. I attended my 20th year reunion and it hadn't changed. Never heard about a 30th reunion. Heard about this reunion, but decided not to go. I'm ashamed of myself. The way I look. The way I live. Where I live. Looking through the photos, I didn't see one person from my class. So much for undying love. So much for the wonderful days of high school. Days that never were.
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