I had one of my bullies from high school reach out like 10-12 years ago to attempt to apologize. I told him exactly how welcome his far too late, half assed apologie was. His response told me exactly how much mental growth they have had since the 12th grade.

I didn’t go to my class reunion because they wanted everyone to pay $150 to go to a place called “the cornhole”

I know these stories are usually fraught with weirdness..but I went to a wonderful co-ed boarding school in the sixties and early 70's.

can you ~please~ let us know what some of your classmates’ complaints are? this is hysterical. i would go to my high school reunion if i knew someone were planning this.

My high school reunion was online and made it to the New York Times as a result. It was nice because we actually all got to talk to each other instead of just breaking into cliques, and we had 8 minutes and 46 seconds of silence for George Floyd.
On the other hand, my classmates are Johns Hopkins directors and Emmy…

I grew up in a small, terrible town where I never fit in, and one of the few things that made my high school years tolerable was my friendship with my classmate, Russell. We had one of those relationships that was two parts teasing, one part unrequited crush, plus a decent amount of genuine affection and affinity.

Right? Remember me in my full glory.

Ten year HS reunion with my best pals. As I arrive at my friend’s house, the first “casual” get together night, I notice her mom’s neighbor has a racist lawn jockey in their front yard. I am incensed. We proceed to the bar and get all kinds of messed up, having a great time, but still stewing. At about midnight, I…

I really really REALLY did not want to go to my 10-year high school reunion, so I asked a stripper to go and pretend to be me and I filmed the whole thing. You can watch a long or a short version at www.irememberandrea.com It’s been 15 years and my classmates are still complaining about it on Facebook. And there…

I haven’t gone to any of my high school reunions, because I’m not a glutton for that type of punishment. I did hear through the grape vine that the 10 year one was essentially just ‘divorced, disheveled, destitute’ repeat. With some ‘she had five kids with three different people’ thrown in.

I’m not crazy about how I look decades after high school, so why would I want to see the beautiful boys I had crushes on or was lucky enough to hook up with, as they look now?

Interesting timing. Out of the blue a couple weeks ago I get an email from someone who was in my freshman dorm suite in college. (The dorm was for students in a specific scholarship group.) She’s arranging a zoom “reunion” of folks from our dorm suite. I haven’t spoken or heard from any of them since we graduated.…

I don’t go to class reunions.

To quote Everybody Loves Raymond:

I would like to take this opportunity to shout a big FUCK YOU to the reunion committee for my graduating class. These people cannot get their shit together. Just plan an event and stick with it. For our 20th reunion, because a few people complained about the price ($35 a head for a dinner and it included drinks!!),…

I didn’t attend mine, but I bartended the 10 year reunion for the class one year above me which was pretty awkward. I wasn’t Ken Marino on Party Down, but it was definitely weird.

Well. My high school class was famous for a waterside accident 10 days before graduation that left several students injured and one beloved classmate dead. Our graduation was marked by students being wheeled in gurneys over the stage and reporters shoving microphones in our faces.

Social media has negated the need for any kind of class reunions. We are still in touch with everyone we still want to be in touch with. For the most part we can cyberstalk our exes, old enemies, and even favorite and despised teachers. The only people we can’t connect with are the smart few who never go onto social…

Not my story but one I read in the newspaper back in the days before everything was on the Internet.

My high school reunion was supposed to take place at the Reagan Presidential Library, but not enough people RSVP’d so the planning committee lost their deposit and they ended up just all going to the Rainforest Cafe in Downtown Disney. I always knew I would not be attending, but that might have been the most…