Do you remember much about your high school days? I don’t. I tend to live in the day and the future. So fifty years ago is a long lost memory. Now that memory is to be revived because the 50th reunion year for the Fort Lauderdale Stranahan High School Class of 1963 is gearing up. I went to the 5th, or maybe it was the 10th, reunion and then moved to North Carolina. Every reunion event would be fun for me as they published a booklet of mini bios of those who attended or those who submitted information. I would always submit something. Now I am looking at actually attending a 50th high school reunion. What should I expect?
Name Tags! I pray for them to have the attendee’s high school name, maybe a class photo, and, most importantly, bold large print. Yes, I expect somebody will deliberately refuse to wear their tag in order to make me guess. I will move on most likely.
DJ Music of the 1950s and 1960s, which I love, and which should spark some memories too. Though not so loud that we can’t talk; and that won’t damage our remaining hearing. Those classmates who see each other regularly will no doubt dance, whereas those like me who make a rare appearance want to talk too. Dancing would be nice. Cannot say I would dance much, but likely some. Not in high heels though. Give me flats any day, please. Someone please caution the DJ not to ruin our reunion.
Games? Will there be games or other ways to prompt our memories of five decades ago and to foster interaction. I hope so. The people I hung out with may or may not attend, but we have all moved on since those years. I am not socially awkward normally. Let’s all mingle, not sit, not be cliques nor wallflowers. I do not fear seeing folks who are now bald, thin or fat. I do not fear double or triple chins and wrinkles galore that have replaced teenage zits. I am much more interested in the hearts and stories of classmates. I do want to know who passed on. I know of some already. So sad. I would be interested in how many went to college and how many worked in my field of human resources. Also, I like to share and hear about the children and grandchildren stories. So, mingling is called for. I am what I am so don’t expect creative history from me. My life is my life and a good one overall. I hope others shared a good one too. Oh, I never carry photos in my wallet. Guess I should for the event!
High school years were hard. Not the subjects, but the relationships. I was much more introverted then. I am likely considered more of an extroverted person now. Much of that is thanks to my close family and for my career as a human resources manager who met thousands of people all over the country in my work. I enjoy people; I enjoy listening; I enjoy helping. With my mature outgoingness, I expect to “work the room” and really try hard to remember my teen friends and acquaintances. Should be fun to mingle. I want to be nostalgic about high school again, at least for the event.
Speaking of the curricula of a high school, my granddaughter goes to Heritage High and takes the Sports Medicine and the AICE college program simultaneously. She is far ahead of me in what I learned in high school. A wee example is that at Stranahan I recall the misery of dissecting a frog. She did that in earlier years and this year dissected an eye! She loved it. I detested that poor dead frog. Then again, I can barely kill an attacking bug and will save it if at all possible. Science was not my forte, but now I am enthralled with quantum physics. Surely other classmates have had these strange twists in their interests too. Ah, I remembered a memory!
Facebook is a wonderful tool for reunions and our class has a Facebook page. It is more than that though. Each of us can help locate people through our own Facebook pages. I have encountered people through my own Facebook site and I am but one person. If we all help to locate people, we could really reach out to our classmates to gather together in person. I read on Time U.S. that the Facebook bandwagon has dampened the reunion paid sites such as Reunited Inc. and Classmates. To me that is the wonder of free enterprise at work. For this particular type of business, it may be bad as they will need to reinvent themselves a bit.
I did notice that Classmates has a list of the class members of 1963. This should help anyone who can’t find their yearbook or tossed it years ago. I did find mine, so I can look at that in more depth, but in the meantime the list is a handy-dandy way to conjure up some memories.
I will miss not seeing teachers there.
So, where am I? I am at the computer beginning my enthusiasm about attending my 50th high school reunion. Join me there. Think of me even if I can’t attend at the last minute.
Tell me how your 50th reunion failed or succeeded. Please share how you prepared for it.