Today is my ten year high school reunion. It’s been ten fucking years since I graduated high school. It’s mindboggling. It’s crazy to think about how much time has gone by and about how much I’ve changed. For starters, I was pretty much straight edge in high school. I didn’t really drink and I only smoked once a year on 4/20. It’s not like that anymore. I’m not actually going to go to my high school reunion. There’s no need to. I’m still in touch with most of the people that I want to be in touch with. And there are way too many classmates that are now married with a mortgage and kids. I still am a kid. I’m younger now than I was back then. I liked high school and I liked my class and I have my yearbook if I’m ever feeling nostalgic. I just don’t think I have the stomach to be reminded of my mortality and see how many gray hairs everyone has now. That’s not my idea of a fun Saturday night. Maybe I’ll have the balls to show up for the twenty year reunion. Nonetheless, I wish everyone in Novato High School’s Class of 2003 the very best. Here’s to the night.
Critically Rated at 11/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young