Two Decades

My graduating class in high school was the first in our city to have been together since 7th grade. As we trucked along in our awkward middle school years, our school was converted to the high school and well, let’s just say we grew up there. With over 400 students, in theory there were enough of us to get lost in a crowd, but I never did. Seems like I remember just about everyone when I look in the yearbook.

Man, I can’t believe I kept up with that thing and I really can’t believe we are gearing up for our 20th high school class reunion. Towards the end of our senior year I remember being in the cafeteria and a group of us trying to calculate this year. Math never was my strong suit. But I know enough to figure out that 20 years equals not one, but TWO decades.

For the most part, we couldn’t fathom what 2013 would look like, feel like or be like. I remember someone mentioning Jetson cars, flying from one location to the next.

Some of us were glad to move on to bigger and better things. Some of us were convinced high school was the best time we would have in our lives. Some of us wanted to kick rocks and run as far away from our hometown as possible and others couldn’t imagine living a day without Mohawk Valley air.

But all of us were clueless about the people we would become, the things we would do and the places we would travel. None of us predicted Facebook keeping us in touch with each other and allowing a sneak peek into each other’s lives and families anytime we want. So as I review our official announcement of our upcoming reunion this summer, I am kinda of excited.

Now with that excitement comes some reservations. I mean, I don’t really remember who I had beef with, I hope they don’t either. And I don’t really remember a whole lot of names, I hope they don’t take offense, but I’ve been busy the last two decades; you know….living. In addition, I ain’t really trying to be the chick who doesn’t look the same, so off to the gym we go for the next four month.

But oh what fun it will be to show my husband why I know all the words to Love Shack and to taste tomato pie and to introduce him to folks who knew me, when.

I have mixed feelings and a ton of emotions about Utica, NY, but it will always be the place I grew up, the place I learned how to be a good friend, the place I met so many wonderful people, the place where I was introduced to more cultures, religions and ethnic backgrounds than some people meet in a lifetime.

I guess it’s true what people say, time really does fly when you are having fun, and home really is where the heart is and a part of mine will always be in tucked away off exit 31 from NY Interstate 90. See you in July Proctor family.

High School Pic 93


2 thoughts on “Two Decades

  1. omg!! you are sooo brave to show your high school pic….the last time I did that, even my aunt asked me who that was in the pic lol…I’m glad you have fond memories of that time – have fun lady!!!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s