In my own utterly unscientific random sampling of my generation, I have concluded that high school was pretty much a bust; if not a total disaster, then potentially the most annoying time ever, with angst and insecurity as much of the daily routine as was the cafeteria food served on plastic trays.
How can such a thing be? How can we love another so deeply and then find that love and connection to be gone, nowhere to be found? I believe it's because the connection wasn't at the level of the soul.
They can't be avoided and they tug at my heart -- the flyers crying out for lost cats and dogs. I try not to look at the postings, but find I am drawn to the sad faces and I involuntarily begin to scour yards, sidewalks and driveways, hoping to spot a glimpse of the lost pet.
Game over. Harvard wins 34-24. Everyone beams. I beam at the woman behind me and she beams at me and apologizes for her child kicking me in the head. We surge out of the grounds in the late afternoon sunlight and for one moment it is 1975 and I am young again.
Often, the mythical mean girls we feared in grade school -- and those we fear now -- may exist only in our own heads. And when it comes to all this leftover adolescent angst, women seem to have much thinner skins than men.
When does one officially know midlife is a thing of the past? Some claim it is when your first child turns 40 or the first time you are called "Nana" or "Grammy." For others, it is when not one word can be read without glasses, or when they can't find the damn glasses. This is when I knew.
I realized in that moment that I still loved him. Not in a way that would threaten my marriage, just that I wanted the world for him. That he'd left a deep imprint on my life. That I'm a better person for having known him.
The invitation to one's 30th high school reunion brings about a litany of emotions including the inexplicable onset of a feeling of failure, both in life and in weight management, as well as the fear that nobody will recognize us.
Melanie Young, 57, is big on reunions. "Everyone I know -- whatever age they are -- if they're single, I say 'Go to your reunions!'" That's because 17 years ago, at a high school reunion, Melanie's life changed forever for the better.
I had read some pieces about how social media may kill off reunions -- if we already know what's going on with our friends and classmates over the Internet what's the point of spending time and money to see them?
Hooking up with people who knew you in high school is always a loaded proposition. There are the inevitable comparisons of success in all things from career to marriage to how your offspring have fared.