Can it really be 50 years since high school?
We know it will come. It does for everyone, but we never expect it so soon.
This is the year I will celebrate the 50th anniversary of my high school graduation. Sigh.
The only reunion I’ve attended since graduation was my 15th. Actually, it was the 16th year since graduation because we couldn’t get things organized to do it the year before.
What do you remember about those wonderful high school days? I remember that I thought my sophomore year was the happiest ever, but, for the life of me, I can’t remember why. I was never part of the “in” crowd as we called it then. Still, I’m happy to know I had such a good year.
As a junior, I began working on the school newspaper. It wasn’t much, true, but it was the beginning of what became my passion and my career—writing. As you can see, I’m still doing it today.
My first writing attempts began in junior high school when we had to sit in the cafeteria when it rained during gym class. The boys had the gym on those days, while we basically had a study hall in the cafeteria. There was a group of us who made up stories about ourselves and the Beach Boys. My true love was—ironically—Mike Love. I still have the composition notebooks with those stories in them.
Anyway, plans are already under way for the big 50th reunion. I do plan to go to Chattanooga, Tennessee, and enjoy three days with old classmates.
I’ll probably try to lose weight, whiten my teeth, and buy current fashions so I’ll look my best. However, don’t bet on my chances of succeeding with the weight loss. After all, it has been 50 years—they must know I’ll look a little different!