When I moved out of my parents' house I took my high school yearbook from my senior year, but I left the others behind because I didn't want to be bothered with lugging them along with the other mountains of junk that I accumulated over my 22 years on this earth. Last weekend I went and picked up the rest of them and was looking through the things people wrote. High school wasn't particularly wonderful for me, but it wasn't that horrible either, and I think I've reached the point where I've forgotten most of the shit and now remember the better things. There were definitely some good times. Now I have this weird desire to reconnect with people from high school. Unfortunately, the people with whom I'd like to reconnect aren't easily found. There are 70 or so people from my graduating class on MySpace (out of about 312), and I care about fewer than 10 of them, and I was already in touch with 3 of those anyway. I could call their parents, but that reeks of desperation. Even if I did reconnect, I'm horrible at returning e-mails, and even worse at returning calls. I don't answer my home phone because of telemarketers and my cell phone is usually at the bottom of my purse, dead.
It has been almost 7 years since I graduated. We had a 6-year reunion last year, but due to the nature of our class officers it was basically a shindig for the popular kids. I wasn't popular. I wasn't a total dork and I was in-school-only friends with some of the popular kids, but for the most part they're not people with whom I feel the need to reconnect; one of these was one of the sweetest guys in the world who died a year and a half ago of brain cancer. I had friends in different groups and I wasn't (and still am not) one for cliques. Our high school was very cliquey and I think it's because our school district was so big that it encompassed ritzy neighborhoods of McMansions, rural ones, and trashy ones.
I'm rambling, but I always get this way at this time of year. Even though I'm out of school, I still remember the often bittersweet feeling of the year coming to a close.