tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post5982389712547425144..comments2024-03-18T05:15:30.666-04:00Comments on Foma*: Rank Secretyellojkthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09592683505688819187noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-21625732196334179322007-07-15T14:58:00.000-04:002007-07-15T14:58:00.000-04:00Ha! I was a lame 14/440. But, I'm somehow not su...Ha! I was a lame 14/440. But, I'm somehow not surprised that you were Valedictorian.<BR/><BR/>Not only did I attend my 20th reunion, but I also posted on it :)<BR/><BR/>A late congrats to you, then, matey!trusty gettohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12428191762443615975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-6907459372988381162007-07-14T14:31:00.000-04:002007-07-14T14:31:00.000-04:00I always thought that the biggest perk to being Va...I always thought that the biggest perk to being Valedictorian would be that...you could say you were Valedictorian. I'm kind of glad to see I was right. <BR/><BR/>Our class doesn't do reunions on the "five" years. I was looking forward to going to both #10 and #20, and then as each one approached something happened and my life turned to hell for awhile, which made the idea of going just uncomfortable. If only they did the damned fives, I'd be in good shape!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-50911910517116611802007-07-14T00:09:00.000-04:002007-07-14T00:09:00.000-04:001,048 individual people? That's an amazingly huge...1,048 individual people? That's an amazingly huge class size. And a pretty impressive feat to be the toppermost. Truly. I had a different experience. I was in a class of 98 and I was the leading dude through junior year, but I actually threw the top spot...if you can believe it...for a girl. The younger sister of the guy who actually became the top dog begged me to take the fall because as top dog he would receive a scholarship to RPI and I wasn't interested in going there. He was. So I dropped a few tests in Calculus and that brought my average down just enough to allow him to pass. True story. He went to RPI, and I dated his sister, and...it didn't make a damn bit of difference in the world. It was cool to have such complete power over destiny.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-57106873917254292952007-07-13T19:00:00.000-04:002007-07-13T19:00:00.000-04:00You know, I didn't particularly like HS that much,...You know, I didn't particularly like HS that much, and everyone I knew kept telling me, "Wait until you get to college. Everything will be different in college!" and, I don't know--things were kinda the same in college. People were assholes. People were obsessed with being cool. Being smart was looked down upon (unless it was for the purpose of trying to impress somebody). My Sig O and I went to the same college, altho we didn't know each other or run with the same crowds (we met after he graduated). He had an awesome time at our school (probably because he wasn't as obsessed with grades as I was, and he did a lot of drugs), and truly doesn't understand my unhappiness when I think about college. We're getting married this summer, and he wants to invite a bunch of friends of his from college, including a number of people I loathed generally because of their smug, obnoxious, peer-pressure hipster attitudes, and a few specifically because they did something mean to me. <BR/><BR/>I thought I was miserable in HS, but looking back on it, it wasn't that bad, especially my senior year. At the time, I would have said no way to attending a reunion, but now I think it would be fun.Cedarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11828779727874213014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-35584026624020986322007-07-13T10:45:00.000-04:002007-07-13T10:45:00.000-04:00h-man,Those are huge goggles I have on. I went to ...h-man,<BR/>Those are huge goggles I have on. I went to tinted lenses in college. Check out my <A HREF="http://livebythefoma.blogspot.com/2006/09/going-to-chapel.html" REL="nofollow">wedding pictures</A> for a gander at those.<BR/><BR/>mostlylurking,<BR/>A fifth reunion was kinda silly.<BR/><BR/>The now-divorced power couple ostensibly plan the reunion, but that mostly means hiring the company.yellojkthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09592683505688819187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-29824853886487958662007-07-12T20:35:00.000-04:002007-07-12T20:35:00.000-04:00I went to 10. I'll probably go to 20. I was 10th...I went to 10. I'll probably go to 20. I was 10th in my class, fyi.HRH Courtney, Queen of Everythinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09019876055788862713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-76470048476674238082007-07-12T01:42:00.000-04:002007-07-12T01:42:00.000-04:00In our school people wanted to know who the Valedi...In our school people wanted to know who the Valedictorian and Salutatorian would be, but they also wanted to know who got ranked 69th. That honor was bestowed on me. I'm so proud.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06544076384942487436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-25233226483061400362007-07-11T23:55:00.000-04:002007-07-11T23:55:00.000-04:00I went to my 20th (that would be in 2000, for thos...I went to my 20th (that would be in 2000, for those of you wanting to be younger than I am). It was interesting, for the very reasons you note: if I hadn't known, I'd've guessed the people in the room ranged in age from their early 30s to their early 50s (when, of course, everyone was 38 or so - spouses excepted). I would have gone to the 25th, but it wasn't a full-fledged reunion: more a small group of a particular crowd meeting at a park or something. If my class gets it together and has a 30th, I'll go.<BR/><BR/>Note: wasn't terribly popular in high school, although I had my group of friends. Curiously, if I'd've been single at the 20th, there was a definite vibe from at least one person there that that needn't have continued, at least for that evening...2fshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17813487704459856169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-74876739317899348252007-07-11T23:37:00.000-04:002007-07-11T23:37:00.000-04:005 year reunion - I think that's just silly (my cla...5 year reunion - I think that's just silly (my class had one - I did not go). I didn't go to a reunion till the 20th, and then only because my best friends talked me into it. It was ok, and I've gone to a couple more, but they were pretty boring for me.<BR/><BR/>mostlylurkingAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-78168609708987070982007-07-11T20:56:00.000-04:002007-07-11T20:56:00.000-04:00They would have to pay me large sums of money to g...They would have to pay me large sums of money to go to my class reunion. I skipped out on my 10 year...and will skip out of the rest too. My high school years were in no way the best of my life.The Mistress of the Darkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16923975714269274370noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-10459591284991285912007-07-11T15:44:00.000-04:002007-07-11T15:44:00.000-04:00How is it possible to comment on anything but the ...How is it possible to comment on anything but the OSHA approved eye protection you were wearing? Were you concerned that those jealous classmates would hurl eye-piercing spitballs at you?<BR/><BR/>Of course I'm qualified to jest because mine were just as huge. ONLY - mine had the distinction of being two-toned. Yes, that's correct. Dark brown on top and light brown on the bottom. It just didn't get any hipper than that.Jeff and Charli Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13868852480996815442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-3567707216370299372007-07-11T14:39:00.000-04:002007-07-11T14:39:00.000-04:00We went to our 10 year reunion...it was okay. I do...We went to our 10 year reunion...it was okay. I don't look forward to them the other people do. Our 30 year is coming up in a couple of years and I don't really want to go, but the Spouse Thingy does.<BR/><BR/>I have to admit, I could not tell you who our valedictorian was. I know the Spouse Thingy graduated 5th and I gradtuated 18th, but that's it. And I only know that because it was on our transcripts.Thumperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02154314376352066709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-2020199239770846142007-07-11T13:14:00.000-04:002007-07-11T13:14:00.000-04:00I don't go because I don't have any to attend. I d...I don't go because I don't have any to attend. I didn't go to high school--I was in a special program where I entered college when I was 14 (my 9th grade year). There was a year of "transition school," then full-time college the next year (what would have been the 10th grade). So, no high school reunion. In the Early Entrance Program, friendships easily crossed entry year and since some people finished college in three years and other in five (me!), there is nothing to peg a reunion to. They did have an "all-year" reunion once and I attended. Oh, and there is an "EEP" group on Facebook, which I joined. I'm the oldest member by far.Jamyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-32355537960795916502007-07-11T09:33:00.000-04:002007-07-11T09:33:00.000-04:00I didn't have much fun in high school either. I w...I didn't have much fun in high school either. I wasn't picked on too much; mostly, I was just ignored, and didn't have much of a social life for the first three years. I had gone to a gifted and talented elementary school, which meant that I was a year advanced in many subjects, so many of my classes as a freshman were with sophomores who had already bonded with each other, setting the stage for my isolation. My senior year I forged a few close friendships and actually started dating someone (who went to a different school), but I still kept thinking about how great it would be to get out -- and when I got to college, I discovered was rigther than even I had imagined. I was one of those kids who really blossomed socially at college, and halfway through my first semester there I was thinking of high school as a bad dream.<BR/><BR/>Still, I have idle curiosity about the people I went to high school with, and like most people with an Internet connection and too much free time, I signed up with Classmates in 1999 or 2000. That's no doubt how they got my e-mail info. In 2002, I got an e-mail from Brad and Tava, who had been the power couple in high school and who, hilariously to me, now were apparently the co-organizers of our 10th reunion. Were they still together, or did they feel that their social standing in high school demanded that they put aside their history and take this leadership role? I had no real desire to go, and since I was living in Germany at the time it would have been logistically difficult anyway, but my then-girlfriend had just gotten through her reunion year, and she assured me that the group e-mails that went around during the organizational stages were both informative and amusing, so I replied and asked them to keep me in the loop.<BR/><BR/>I never heard back from them.<BR/><BR/>Man, even now, that still stings in ways that kind of embarass me. I mean, come on! How can the cool kids maintain there place in the social heirarchy if there aren't any uncool kids to look down on? The whole structure of coolness at the reunion must have been hopelessly unbalanced!<BR/><BR/>Reading this made me realize that this summer will/would be my 15th reunion. I haven't heard anything, but I've also changed email addresses a couple of times in the last five years, so it's possible I just missed the note. Again, I wouldn't really want to go. Besides, I've already had the sort of triumphant experience that I would have dreamed about for my reunion anyway. The summer after I graduated from my Ivy League college, I was at a shoe store in my hometown and the salesman was one of those one-year-older-than-me kids from my freshman English class, who really had been actively mean to me. He was living at home with his parents still, selling shoes at the mall, and acted like we had been friends. I wasn't even too smug -- not openly, at least.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-5278471318093028512007-07-11T08:28:00.000-04:002007-07-11T08:28:00.000-04:00First off, I want to hear the speech.My 20th reuni...First off, I want to hear the speech.<BR/><BR/>My 20th reunion is this year and owing mostly to distance I won't be going. I'm not sure if I would go even if I still lived nearby - high school was not a happy time for me.Mooselethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16874418427786990740noreply@blogger.com