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My high school reunion is coming up.  Is it terrible that I don’t want to go?  Okay, I’m sure I’m not the only one that feels like this.  AND I’d like to think that if I was closer than 10 hours away from my hometown I would go.  Actually, come to think of it, I definitely would go if for no other reason than it is being held in the Sunsphere.  I love that place.


Weirdly, I love the Sunsphere almost as much as a I loved high school.  I’m kind of surprised at myself.  If I loved high school so much, why wouldn’t I want to go to my reunion?  I can think of a few reasons: Disappointment, Awkwardness, Comparison, Pressure.  Not sure where all these come from, but there they are.  Looming over every high school reunion that’s ever taken place.

Not to be totally Negative Nancy, I ran into a bunch of my high school friends at Joe’s wedding several weekends ago in Knoxville.  To me, it was an ideal substitute for a reunion.  There were a large number of my high school friends in attendance at both the rehearsal dinner and the ceremony.  I had some great conversations with friends that I hadn’t talked to in years.  And it wasn’t awkward.


Call me crazy.  Call me a wannabe high schooler, but I love tv shows about high school.  Saved by the Bell, 90210, Dawson’s Creek, Glee.  I’ve always been a sucker for this slice of pop culture.  I remember telling my mom that I couldn’t wait to get to high school because something exciting happens every day.  I said this based on my practice of watching Saved by the Bell every day after elementary school.  It wasn’t true.  The exciting things happening part.  But, that doesn’t stop me from still loving that time period.

Ahhh…Glee.  High school AND pop songs AND songs from musicals.  What more can I girl ask for?   I cry every time I watch that show.  The music just gets to me.  I’ve been behind on the episodes.  So, I did it.  I finally watched the show.  In.  The.  Library.  I thought I’d be more embarrassed than I am.  But that show just makes me so happy.



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