Its a Reunion

"Reunion" Korea Girl
Got a letter,
An invitation,
The day is here and its been ten years now,
And its time for a reunion.

Why would I spend more time,
With people that I hate,
And couldn't leave behind?
Would we dance,
make a toast,
For all the things you haven't done?
Oh joy, the thrills, so fun, fun.-

I remember the last days of my high school career. The slight sobering moments of honesty exchanged with six year casual acquaintances. I remember speaking with a girl that moved to Jr High around the same time as me about month or so before graduation. I was whining about being really shy and she commented that I mercilessly flirted and hit on anything that moved. After telling her I'd never see anyone in the room for the rest of my life and begin to ponder on this fundamental disconnect between me and her (what was her name, April or Heather?). Growing up in a strict Baptist family the three D's, drinking, dancing, and dating, were denied. I was grounded for a year for getting two C's in the 10th grade and was given a pager to instantly call Mom and Dad whenever paged. I didn't talk to my parents about ANYTHING.

In my mind, the chances of going on a date were zero (I even found out I was allowed to go to Prom way too late to find a date, so I didn't bother going). I never discussed such things to my classmates, it was highly embarrassing, so they drew their own conclusions from my carousing and carrying on. Running around with a bunch of stoners and carrying a pager probably didn't help my peers' perceptions, but that was before I ever thought about such things as my image.

Can't wait to see those guys once again, and maybe a second time in another ten years.