High School Reunions: What’s the Point?  + enlarge  In 2006, I
went to my husband’s thirtieth high school reunion. Most of the
men were now fat and bald and the women (who showed up) were
skinny and pretty and nary a few were of any interest to me. I
sat in the corner listening to insipid conversations about
tedious jobs and clichéd real estate investments.  I skipped my
own first reunion, attended the second, and just missed the
third. I actually wanted to go to the most recent one; but when
I looked at the list of attendees, they were just as my
husband’s reunion was—all the cheerleaders and jocks. In other
words, they were the people for whom high school was the
highlight of their life, none of whom I related to.  I went to a
high school of the arts with an acclaimed performing arts
program that included journalism and media. My friends were
bohemian, philosopher artists. They were a collective of
individuals, an oxymoron, if you will—all very interesting and
eclectic with original thoughts and opinions an