Tomorrow the Caddo High School class of 1968 will be having their 50Th reunion.
Wow! Fifty years!
I suppose I’m looking forward to it…and yet.
I haven’t seen many of my classmates since we graduated. I moved away and many of them did the same. We have nothing in common other than previously enduring four years of school together.
The classmates I really bonded with are still friends and we have kept in touch on our own. We’ve never needed an event or a date on the calendar.
I spent a lot of my high school time with students from other classes, especially those in the senior class. I really miss the “whole school” reunions we used to have every four years.
My high school years were a roller coaster of high achievement and poor decisions that lead to personal pain and tragedy. I’m not sure I want to chat with people who might recall only the latter.
I’m not really nostalgic about my high school years. I always felt like a bit of an “outsider” at CHS. Even though I had visited Caddo many times, I didn’t enter high school until February of my freshman year…after everyone else had bonded and adjusted to classes and joined groups. I married in the spring of my junior year. I graduated in December of 1967 and did not participate in all of the exciting events of the last semester. I walked in line and received my diploma with my classmates, but being a college student, married, and pregnant made the experience a little anticlimactic.
My current physical condition makes it difficult for me to function at evening events. Added to that challenge will be the fact that tomorrow is Heritage Day, an event I’m very nostalgic about and have always attended unless I was out of town or in bed. By the time I walk around and enjoy HD for several hours I may not be physically able to visit with my former classmates. I’ll make an effort to see most of them during HD, but that may be the extent of my “reunion” with them.
I have to affirm that I AM very happy to have lived long enough to celebrate being out of school for 50 years. Several of my former classmates have already died and others are suffering with health conditions far worse than my own. Those of us who are still here should say a prayer of gratitude.