I did it! I went to my 15 year high school reunion. I did not want to go. Yes, I did. No, I didn't. Yes, I did. I was on the fence about whether or not to go. But, minutes before the dance was to begin, two classmates came by my house and begged me to come very convincingly.
We had no time to get a babysitter so my husband encouraged me to go with these two classmates and their wives. I had known about the reunion for quite some time as there had been regular email updates about the progress of the planning. At first, I decided that I would definitely go. But, it was coming during a very busy month. I had budgeted for a big birthday party for my son and for purchasing my curriculum for next year all this same month. So, the idea of shelling out $80 and all the duds to go along with a semi-formal affair, was not my favorite one.
I also had my cell group meeting on that Saturday and I am in the process of evangelizing and discipling some young Christian believers. So, I wanted to keep that opportunity to show them more about Christ.
With all of this going on, I had made the decision that I would wait until the next reunion.... until my friends Don with his wife Lisa and Delancy with his wife Nicole came over.
Don was one of my best friends in school. It was so cool because he was a friendly white kid in a predominantly black school. Don was smart, dressed conservatively, nice, thin so many people may have considered him to be a nerd. He and I would talk about so much. He was smart and I learned so much from him. He was enthusiastic about life and I never remember him being down, sad or angry. He had blond hair that he always had in a somewhat disheveled state. It was a typical 80's hair cut.
So, when I saw him come across my yard, I could hardly believe it. He looked healthy, happy and great. Then beside him is this super model who he tells me is his wife. Of course I believe him! Her name was Lisa and she greeted me with the same warm spirit that I remember Don having.
With them were Delancy and Nicole. Delancy is the son of my next door neighbor. I had reconnected with him a year prior when he moved back to the area. We were not as close as Don and I but I always thought he was nice.
He too married a super model who is a sweetheart. (These supermodels don't actually model as a profession but they are pretty enough to do so if they wished).
It was great to see them grow up and fulfill their dreams. They were equally happy for me - or maybe even more so as I was a very troubled kid in high school. I started out great but then I really began to make some goofy decisions.
Sooo, I went to the dance. It was great to see almost everyone. There was really only one person that I could have completely done without but I won't post his name here in case he ever reads this. But, he was a creep in high school and he still is. Anyway, maybe he will find Christ and get set free from his hangups as I did and I can look back on this and celebrate a positive change. But as for now, I will pray for him.
As for everyone else, it was good to see all of them. I don't drink so the presence of alcohol was something I'm not used to but all in all, the evening went well. It was awkward not remembering people when they remember you. But I'm glad I went if for no other reason than to not have to wonder what it would have been like if I hadn't gone.
I had one person ask me what I did. And when I told them that I homeschooled I got the typical reaction of people who don't know much about homeschooling and think its a little weird. I love that! He asked me if my kids listen to me... and I told him that's lesson number one. Without that there is no point in proceeding. He and his wife and come in from Boston and he was always smart in school so I am sure they are doing it up in corporate America or government. They have a three year old daughter who they said goes to school. I'm sure it is a great situation for them.
I was confident and happy to see all. Everyone looked great! I thank God that we have all made it this far.
Monday, May 24, 2004
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