High School Reunion: The Sh*t That Was
Who got fat? Who got hot?
Who succeeded? Who failed?
Who got married to a prince/princess? Who had babies and
skipped the marriage part?
What happened to the valedictorian? To that girl/guy who
thinks he is smart? To that ugly friend in a group of popular ones?
Admit it or not, those are the reasons people go to
reunions. The surprising thing is that the answers are rarely ever the expected
ones. Even if the valedictorian ends up working a high-paying job, he is most
likely working for one of the high school losers or geeks who were bullied
hard.
Even if the ugly girl remains ugly, she most likely found
someone who finds her pretty and makes her happy.
Even if the jock remains hot, there is probably some guy no
one remembers who ended up being a model.
Our religious valedictorian got pregnant in her junior year
in college. She skipped a semester to have a baby. She continued her studies
and is now a lawyer but she moved to another country where she can’t practice
her profession. She settled for another work. It pays a lot.
Our school slut has two kids, different fathers, never
married. She works as a customer assistance manager. I don’t know what that
means. She’s 30 pounds overweight but still pretty but more importantly… happy.
Her mother, who brought us food, said that she was just misinterpreted. She wasn’t
slutty, just friendly and bubbly.
The school bitch is still a bitch. She gossiped about
everyone and asked everyone straight to the point prying questions meant for
her to know just how much someone failed. It’s just that she’s also pathetic
because she hasn’t grown up a bit and because almost everyone did, she became beyond childish. She was straight
up pathetic. Everyone seems surprise but somehow, it feels it makes sense for
her to be like that because she has always been like that.
The two jocks threaded different paths. One is now a devout
family man, working abroad to raise his family. The other jock married a beautiful
woman, took her money and divorced her. The first one is now overweight but
happy for the most part. The second one is even happier but still not
contented. He is still hot. I never thought he is like that by my friend reminded
me he also pursued her for sex. He has always been a user.
Our math wizard was the smelliest in the class. He is still
smelly and still a math wiz. He works for the Micrsoft doing some math wiz
thingie. He is married with three smelly kids. His wife doesn’t smell. I didn’t
know it’s possible for someone like him to produce three smelly kids and have a
non-smelly wife and my friend told me I was stereotyping too much.
The skinniest guy, who was also the leader of all things
trouble, is a Physical Trainor. He guns puffs so hard, I wanted to buy him a
new shirt. I didn’t know he could be that big but my guy friend told me he had
the bone structure, I simply didn’t notice it then. He is married just got
married to someone 15 years his junior but he is having an affair to someone
who is 15 years his senior. It balances it out.
Then there’s the ugly duckling who decided she was going to
be hot and became one. She is now beautiful, married with three kids and lives
in a mansion outside of Rome. No one saw it coming except her. She said she
always knew she’s pretty.
Then there was my crush. He didn’t even know I had a crush
on him. He is married now but has not kids. He has some kind of a business that
affords him and his wife a pretty comfortable lifestyle. I still find him cute
but not as cute as I remember him to be. He was still talkative and he still
didn’t notice me. He went to every table to talk with everyone and that
included ours. He said “hi” to me but didn’t that was the beginning and end of
our conversation. He was a little annoying, maybe because he was a little drunk
but everyone said it’s because he is an arrogant bastard which I didn’t
remember him being.
Maybe, this reunion thing is there to remind us all that
what we are in our youth dictates what we become in adulthood. It’s just that
people don’t always see it but it’s always there. The map of our adulthood is
drawn in our youth.
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