Yesterday, I turned 36. The day night before that, I attended my high school class reunion. It was 19 years after we graduated from high school and it was the first time we got together.
More than half the class showed up. One of our classmates scanned our section’s yearbook pages so it could be used in the AVP that was made for the occasion. I was so surprised to read that I was actually the Literary Editor of the Grace Journal (our school paper) and Senior Vice-President of the Art Club. I honestly couldn’t remember.
I was really very happy to see all my classmates. All of us had aged but none of us had really changed. Some even flew in from the province. I felt I was in the classroom all over again amidst the name chanting and taunts of “Kiss! Kiss!” (never mind if the people being taunted were both boys or both girls). That was just how we were back in high school. Most of us are now married with kids. One of us even became the mayor of a city. In everyone’s eyes though, we were just good old class 4-2 from Grace Christian High School.