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.

Why?

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.

5 comments:

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 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 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.