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High School reunions....
Rembrandt
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A friend the other day was telling me about his upcoming high school class reunion. I began the reminise about my previous reunions and how the atmosphere seemed to change when another 5 years rolled around.
5 Year....everyone was bragging about their college accomplishments and the superb carreers ahead of them. Not too much had changed in personalities, the loud attention getters were still using the same techniques and impress each other. The girls were busy showing off their husbands and guys talked sports & cars.
10 year....by this time most had completed schooling and the kids were beginning to arrive. Most talk was about aquiring homes or who had the nicest car in the parking lot. The loud party types were fewer now.
15 Year...Appearances began to change, those with the long hair were beginning to bald and traces of gray appeared. Discussions centered around business opportunities and how their kids were excelling in school and sports. A few of the people who were not high school stand outs showed up and much to everyones amazement, had done very well in life's arena.
20 Year...Now the numbers seemed to dwindle...many grads were divorced or were first time grandparents. The mood seemed mellow, nothing to prove, talk centered around kids and family....a few showed up that had been previously intimidated by pier pressures...it didn't matter much now...and everyone seemed to have a great time.
25-30 Year...Some were no longer with us, others had changed physically to the point no one knew who they were...a little more weight, a little more gray, the topics ranged from retirement plans to taxes and politics.
Those who were thought to succeed and become the classes greatest hopes....had lives full of troubles and heartache. The geeks and ones who suffered the most humiliation during high school...did very well for themselves, for they turned out to be the real achievers.
Random thoughts of Rembrandt...
5 Year....everyone was bragging about their college accomplishments and the superb carreers ahead of them. Not too much had changed in personalities, the loud attention getters were still using the same techniques and impress each other. The girls were busy showing off their husbands and guys talked sports & cars.
10 year....by this time most had completed schooling and the kids were beginning to arrive. Most talk was about aquiring homes or who had the nicest car in the parking lot. The loud party types were fewer now.
15 Year...Appearances began to change, those with the long hair were beginning to bald and traces of gray appeared. Discussions centered around business opportunities and how their kids were excelling in school and sports. A few of the people who were not high school stand outs showed up and much to everyones amazement, had done very well in life's arena.
20 Year...Now the numbers seemed to dwindle...many grads were divorced or were first time grandparents. The mood seemed mellow, nothing to prove, talk centered around kids and family....a few showed up that had been previously intimidated by pier pressures...it didn't matter much now...and everyone seemed to have a great time.
25-30 Year...Some were no longer with us, others had changed physically to the point no one knew who they were...a little more weight, a little more gray, the topics ranged from retirement plans to taxes and politics.
Those who were thought to succeed and become the classes greatest hopes....had lives full of troubles and heartache. The geeks and ones who suffered the most humiliation during high school...did very well for themselves, for they turned out to be the real achievers.
Random thoughts of Rembrandt...
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is the first weekend in August. Should be interesting.....
Kankakee High School Class of '62!
Ken
DarkStar11
"...But Mona Lisa musta had the highway bluesYou can tell by the way she smiles..."
Then, skipped my 10 yr.
Lord Lowrider the LoquaciousMember:Secret Select Society of Suave Stylish Smoking Jackets She was only a fisherman's daughter,But when she saw my rod she reeled.
Edited by - Lowrider on 05/09/2002 00:00:48
Politicians, like diapers, should be changed often and for the same reason.
SSG idsman75, U.S. ARMY
20th was a bunch of guys telling anyone who'd listen, how successful they were. Mostly BS.
30th.....lemme put it this way....I didn't realize I had gone to school with all those OLD people.
Mudge the uteful
I can't come to work today. The voices said, STAY HOME AND CLEAN THE GUNS!
Edited by - mudge on 05/09/2002 15:24:16
Edited by - mudge on 05/09/2002 15:25:32
Edited by - mudge on 05/09/2002 15:27:03
Pack slow, fall stable, pull high, hit dead center.
Lord Lowrider the LoquaciousMember:Secret Select Society of Suave Stylish Smoking Jackets She was only a fisherman's daughter,But when she saw my rod she reeled.
"Remember, time takes care of ALL problems"
Edited by - texshooter on 05/09/2002 21:41:44
My only problem: This area is the buckle on the Bible belt. I'll bet if I jumped up and yelled "BEER" at the banquet, half of them would pass out.! (Ladies & Gents, Beer is still not legal in this county!)
We are just a small town school and everyone has known everyone for years. Many of my teachers also taught my parents.
Anyway, our class was so popular the Statler Brothers sang a song for us, "The Class of 57". Tom
Those who beat their swords into plowshares will plow for those who dont.
WATCH YOUR MOUTH
My 50th is next year too. And NO, I'm not going. Can't afford a new walker and I ain't gonna' be seen drivin' the old one.
Damn kids....you can't teach 'em respect for us "geezers".
Right "geezers"?
Mudge the ancient
I can't come to work today. The voices said, STAY HOME AND CLEAN THE GUNS!
Edited by - mudge on 05/10/2002 12:58:45
Lord Lowrider the LoquaciousMember:Secret Select Society of Suave Stylish Smoking Jackets She was only a fisherman's daughter,But when she saw my rod she reeled.