I didn't love high school.
But I didn't hate it, either. Like most people, I was in the middle of the popularity food chain. But it's been a long time, and I've hardly thought of it since I graduated.
So when the invitation arrived to a high school reunion, I was leaning towards no. Did I really want to revisit proms, pep rallies, algebra and acne? I didn't like it that much the first time -- but I caved in and went.
And I discovered what school spirit is really about.
I arrived, with that who-do-I-sit-with-in-the-cafeteria feeling, and entered, vaguely recognizing faces. But, putting on my reading glasses, I recognized almost everyone -- sitting with people I hadn't seen in 30 years, laughing so hard tears were running down our faces, recalling forged parent tardy excuses and still being bitter about not getting the lead in the play. These middle-aged people who once had the locker next to mine had certainly changed. That quiet girl was now a powerful attorney. That brilliant math whiz was now bearded, wild-eyed and living in a shack in Santa Cruz. The perky cheerleader had six kids and two grandkids.