I went to my High School 20th Reunion.
I can't say that I was friends with many people in High School.
In fact, I can say that I hated the vast majority of people in my
school and that the experience blew chunks.
Regardless, I went to my 20th because I had such a fabulous time
at my 5th (for real, ask me about it some time), and wanted to
see how things had progressed, not to mention that I don't expect
we'll have anymore reunions. Thanks to the internet, people can
get back in contact with the people they want to talk to, and leave
the rejects (i.e., yours truly) out of the picture. That's fine
Only two or three people even knew who I was at my 5th, and I liked
it that way. This was not the case at the 20th, where everyone
knew who I was, thanks to my omnipresent website and the advent
of facebook. This was pretty disconcerting at first, but in the
end it became quite interesting. The 5th reunion was a great place
to feel justice, but the 20th became a place for forgiveness. I
realized that most of these people were just that, human, and I may
not have gotten along with them in the day, and perhaps none of them
had stopped to protect me, but in the end, it was the minority that
spent their time attacking me. So it goes and so it is.
Of course, because of all this I didn't exactly take any photos,
though I got to visit my parents (and their cats) for a few days as well.