This is me with two of the few reasons I attended my high school reunion over the weekend. Rachel is on the left. She is an accomplished pianist who now teaches and specializes in the Taubman method. She has become a master of homeopathic healing methods. Meredith lives in Boston and is earning her PhD in geophysics at Harvard. She is learning to play the fiddle.

Neither of us were in love with our high school experience, so we bonded over being overall misfits in an elitist school that was the inspiration for the now infamous Mean Girls film. Going back was a combination of curiosity, closure, and of course, reuniting with those who made the experience better.

However, it must be said that the reunion with the rest of the class went pretty well, too. Any event like that will have its awkward moments, but everyone was nice, and hearing what the girls have been up to was inspiring… and humbling. Now that I live in a place where it’s a surprise to learn someone has a college education at all, hearing about all the “Oxford”, “PhD”, “Princeton”, “start-ups”, and other miscellaneous accomplishments made me wish I’ve done more with my education and expanded my credentials… until I plummeted back to reality with the realization that my dad is not the CEO of Motorola, and my mom is not the President of the ABC News Washington Bureau… yay for being the financial aid kid… 🙂

Anyway, the weekend overall was a mind-boggling whirlwind. All my worlds were squeezed into a 24-hour time frame! I met with college, post-college, and work friends, then did the high school thing, then met with family. It was so good to see everyone…. but my head sure is spinning 🙂

I can’t decide…

…if I want to go to my high school reunion in DC or not (ugh, has it really been 10 years?!) High school wasn’t the happiest time for me, so a part of me really doesn’t want to revisit anything about it.

On the other hand, there is another part of me that is curious and perhaps seeking some sort of redemption from those days. I’m not sure redemption is the right word… but I’m just a different person now. Perhaps I can assume all my classmates are, too? I can’t pretend I didn’t learn anything during those years – academically, socially, and personally.

Could give me something to do at least! And there is a handful of girls I wouldn’t mind seeing again.