Saturday, January 23, 2010

I Don't Look Back

Well, maybe I do. You see, with Megan stopping by yesterday I had a lot to think about.


Well, I've known her a long time. She's been a close friend since Rainbow Brite was still on regular television. She got me thinking about all those people way back when who I'd never thought I'd run into again.

When I was in high school, I was the proverbial wallflower. Shocked to read that, aren't you? Most people find their niche in HS. Not me. I wore flannel before Pearl Jam made it look cool. I had a crazy beaded braid in my hair for most of my middle school career. And it wasn't until my sophomore year that I decided that a wrist-full of bracelets wasn't cool any longer. I rocked the punk look when punk wasn't in.

Which brings me to people I never thought I'd deal with again. Megan understood all the crazy things I did. Heck, she lived them with me.

But I look back and wonder what my peers thought. I was voted biggest brown-noser in my graduating class. I think I might have been voted most likely to become a breeder, too. You could say the kids I grew up with were a tad clique-y and mean girl-esque. If you did, you'd be right.

Now that I'm writing stuff I KNOW they never would've expected out of me, I wonder what the 15 yr reunion will be like. I want to think I aged gracefully like a fine wine.

But then again, maybe I shouldn't look back. No one really wants to be the person they were back then. I don't.

So as Gary Allan says, I'll live my life my way and I won't look back.


Shelly said...

Great post Wendi!

My high school reunion was this past November and I didn't go either.

I heard it was a lot of fun and while i'm friends with a lot of high school friends, I didn't want to look back, just forward.

Marianne Arkins said...

I went to my 10 year reunion (we won't talk about how long ago that was...) and had a great time. It was good to reaquaint myself with some of the folks I knew.

If I lived closer, I'd have gone to my 25th last year. I think it would have been neat. Even so, we're all very different people than we were then. It's interesting to see how people turned out.

J.A. Saare / Aline Hunter said...

I'm the same, Wendi. I didn't attend my reunion, and have no plans to either.

I was a dead-head in high school, kept to myself, and read all the time. I suppose we are all introverted in our own ways during that awkward and uncertain time in our lives.

Kaily Hart said...

I'd love to go to my high school reunion. I was certainly a nerd in high school. I was one of the smartest in the school and while I had a close group of good friends, was never popular and no boys knew I existed! I went onto university, had a very successful business career, have traveled extensively internationally, have a wonderful husband (and we're still going strong), and I think I look great for my age and after having 4 kids (I still fit into what I was married in!). I'd love to show those folks how great everything turned out for me and yeah, show off! But I don't NEED to do that. I'm rather just focus on the postive and looking forward as well...

Wendi Zwaduk and Megan Slayer said...

Here's how I see it: I blended into the woodwork at school. No one noticed me until it was time for the art show and I got my own whole space as a senior. When it came to the prom, you guessed it... I went by myself. Yup. Sure did. Guys knew I existed because I wore flannel better than they did. And I understood (but didn't pay attention to) football. They all claimed I had the dreaded "great personality" and was "hilarious to be with".

I didn't have my first beer until I was a senior and it was warm and nasty and I haven't tasted beer since. I never snuck out because I had no one to sneak out to see.I didn't have sex til I was in college and I married him. Yup, I lived with a guy, and guess what? He's the one I married. I never took up smoking and I'm too chicken to try drugs. Hell, I've never gotten so blited I forgot who I was. I had a core group of friends (and they seemed to find trouble when I wasn't around - drat it). But as long as I had my books and my pastels, I didn't care what happened.

Does that make me a nerd? Oh, probably. Does it make me uncool? Nah. I'm happy with how I turned out.

But I figure when the 15 or 20 year reunion comes along, I'm going. Why? Because although I didn't become the teacher I thought I'd be, and I still haven't found the magic potion to grow a inch or two taller, I'm pretty proud of who I am.

Plus, I'd love to video tape their jaws dropping when they find out that mousy ole Wendi writes dirty books. I can smile and wave. Just smile and wave.