I flew home last weekend for my ten-year high school reunion. I admit that I have been a bad classmate and have not kept in touch with anyone really. (Facebook has reconnected me with a few classmates in recent months which is nice!)
What’s really weird is that I graduated with a very small class, just 72 of us. The bulk of us started kindergarten together and grew up together. And then high school graduation rolled around, and everyone went on to become grown-ups. It is weird that for thirteen years we were such integral parts of each other’s lives and then just completely separated from each other. Good or bad, who we grew up with impacted who we became.
And then I went ten years without seeing most of them. It was fun to see the grown-up versions of my classmates. And it was SOOO good to see some of my classmates.
And for one night, it was fun to put on a pretty dress, some cute purple slingbacks, and relive some fun memories with the Class of ’98.
Some photos of my classmates and me. (Mainly because I want to show off my pretty, pretty Anthropologie dress.)
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