Reunion

I was talking to a guy yesterday about his weekend plans. He mentioned he was going to his high school class reunion this weekend in Des Moines. It's been 40 years since he graduated, and immediately he went into reminisce mode. He started telling me of his high school chums he hung out with, and got into trouble with, smoked cigarettes with, etc. etc. He mentioned there had been five deaths in his class of four hundred, since graduation. There was somewhat of a twinkle in his eye when remembering the best looking girl in school. There was a slight pause and stare into space, when he talked about her beautiful red hair. He went on for quite some time about his high school years, and fortunately, I was finished with work for the day, so I sat back, and humored him by taking in the nostalgia. This same guy is also a graduate of Drake University, and went to Creighton for a short stint. But I've observed the fact that he prefers to relive the high school days, rather than college. For some reason, it's been my experience with talking to folks, that they seem to favor high school days over college days. Now I had about two years of college, and there were a couple of memorable (drunken) moments, but high school was , by far, much more noteworthy in my life than college. I'm sure some have had different experiences, but in my observation, high school had a much greater impact on people's lives. It must be because those are such formative years, you seem to be figuring out your blueprint for life, and along the way, you just so happen to make friends for life, and are influenced greatly by teachers. It's definitely a time for coming of age. The incredibly STUPID things that were accomplished, and yet we somehow lived to tell about it, are something to start a blog about. A confusing age, yet so enlightening to the naivety of a freshman. A time of a making a name for yourself as a senior, and a time for recognizing the pecking order for juniors and sophomores. There are so many good memories, a few bad, and even more forgotten, that if I could choose an era to relive, that would be it, but I don't care to relive it. I want to leave it just as it is.