Wednesday Weekly Blogging Challenge: Have You Ever Attended Your High School Reunion? Why?

 

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Happy Wednesday from the overly tired, rather cranky real estate agent. I will be on the road early this morning, but will likely check in with you later as we talk about an interesting subject this week: Have you ever attended your high school reunion? Why?

Like some of you, high school was a time of terrible bullying and loneliness for me. Actually, I was made fun of from the day I entered first grade until the day I graduated high school, so one might think I don't attend these events. 

Lo and behold, one of the least popular kids ever to walk the face of the planet coordinated our very first high school reunion ten years after we graduated. All by myself, I might add, because again, I was unpopular. Also because our class officers were no longer local, and someone asked me to. I gladly turned the reins over to the popular kids, who have coordinated all the others. 

This summer, our class will gather for our 40th high school reunion at a classmate’s home. We’re still deciding whether we’ll go (the husband and I graduated together), but here’s what I’ve realized: life has a remarkable way of leveling the playing field. Somewhere along the way, it stops mattering who was popular or invisible, who fit in or who didn’t. Adulthood redistributes confidence, success, and happiness in ways childhood never could. In some ways, I am still that shy, unsure kid. In others, I have outgrown the desire to feel anything less than equal to my former classmates. I no longer feel the pain of their past judgment. I don't allow my worth to be defined by anyone but me.