Oh, the drama. Junior high was tough anyway. Us girls are so hormonal as we enter our teen years. I cried...alot. But it was a time of discovering who I was, fitting in. I was a cheerleader. I had a "boyfriend". I was very involved in our church youth group, taking mission trips and attending church camp with many of my classmates. I wasn't really popular, never been the popular type, but in Berryville, we all knew each other. It was like family, sometimes dysfunctional like most families :), but family nonetheless.
When we moved to Ft. Smith, I was pretty sure life was over. It doesn't take much when you are 14 to think that. :) Rather than seeing what an honor it was for my daddy (a job promotion), I just knew I was being pulled away from everything comfortable and what I thought was vital for my life. Looking back, I see that God had a plan for me. I eventually found new friends, a new church, was able to take Spanish that I have used extensively since then...there was a reason for our move. At that time you couldn't have made me see that for anything. I am embarrassed when I think back about the drama, but I suppose that is part of growing up too.
Fast forward 20 years. I still have dear friends from Ft. Smith. I am able to keep up with some of them on Facebook, and one of my closest friends through e-mail and a once in a great while visit. As you know, I missed my high school reunion last weekend due to the College World Series. And it is not that I didn't have friends there, but most of my closest high school friends were not there, so I wasn't devastated (just bummed about the money I lost in the process :).
However, the class of '89 in Berryville still invites me to their reunions too, even though I moved away before my sophomore year. I had gone to the 10th reunion and really enjoyed it. I knew that I wanted to go to this one. Mark said I am the only person he knows who goes to their junior high reunion. :) I don't get to see many of my classmates in person in between reunions but through the magic of Facebook I have been able to "reunite" with many of them. As I posted yesterday on there, I am thankful for those friendships, because anybody who can experience the ups and downs of junior high and still call you a friend is a friend worth for life.
So last Saturday, after the babysitter arrived (thank you, Stacy), we headed over to Eureka Springs. By that time I had changed my mind three or four times on what to wear though it was a "casual" event. And in the hour before the reunion, I almost talked myself out of going. What if nobody remembered me? Recognized me? What if people thought it was weird for me to be there? What if I had nothing witty or fun to say? I am not exactly a social butterfly. In the end, I decided that since we had hired a sitter and had a night alone, we really should go. So we did.
When I walked in, I just felt...home. There were a few people who didn't recognize me nor I them, but overall, most people looked like they did in junior high, just a little older (though not many as old as I feel some days :). It was very casual, mainly just hanging and talking, though there was a slideshow and awards. (Do you know what award I received? The least changed! Can you believe that? I have all of these lines a.k.a. wrinkles across my face, and I got the least changed...oh, and I tied for the most kids) By the end of the night, my cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing. We had a really good turnout, and we even had some members of "other classes" like the class of '87 join us.
I wouldn't go back, in time that is. I am happy where I am in life, though I wish I could be a bit younger some days. But I am thankful for those times for helping build who I am today. And I am thankful for the friends, both new and "classic" who have loved me in spite of who I am. Thanks, BHS Class of '89 for letting me be part of the fun!
Some photos:

You are so brave! I did not go to my reunion. Partly because it was in Colorado and partly because most of the folks that I went to school with have still not grown up. Glad you had a good time.
ReplyDeleteLooks like you had fun!
ReplyDelete