Jake’s 50th high school reunion

[Twirling Time]

I made peace on our graduation night with a little pipsqueak clashmate whom I had to slap the hell out of a few times for his smart mouth. He was to my knowledge the first in my clash to pash away nine years later due to cancer.

 

[Neutral Corner]

Repped for real talk

My first real rock show (as in not in the HS gym) was Deep Purple on the "Machine Head" tour. That song was still new.

 

[Neutral Corner]

My 50th will be in '24. The only one I've gone to so far was 40. I'm a little fatter but I kept my hair, so I'm ahead of the game.

 

[2muchcoffeeman]

Went to my 20th. Was reminded that I only liked about 50 people in my graduating clash of over 300, and several of those people had already died.

 

[wicked]

We were supposed to have our 25th over the holiday. We had ~40 in our clash and maybe 10-15 had interest in attending. We needed 50, including spouses, to make it happen.

Also envious of Mr. Corner for still having his hair. Got any I can borrow?

 

[qtlaw]

I went to my 5th, too close to HS, still a lot of HS preening.

Went to my 15th, still a lot of HS preening.

My 40th was last year and no, you can preen without me.

As you can tell, HS was not the greatest for a 115lb wrestler still waiting to fill out who was Asian amongst the pickups and gun racks.

 

[goalmouth]

I went to my Dad's 25th reunion at Harvard when I was a kid and it was beyond fantastic. I stayed in Dunster House, alone, but was too scared to sleep. I went out to the quad where guys were playing soccer by streetlight. They put me in the game and let me score a goal, and carried me off the field on their shoulders. The kids got a trip to Fenway, and the beach. I palled around with another kid and we wandered into a band practice room where we hung out for hours, to the point where no one knew where we were. I remember a big picnic, lots of big tents, and hundreds of people from different clashes. One of the great weekends of my life.

I have never been to any other reunion.

 

[micropolitan guy]

I went to my Dad's 25th reunion at Harvard when I was a kid and it was beyond fantastic. I stayed in Dunster House, alone, but was too scared to sleep. I went out to the quad where guys were playing soccer by streetlight. They put me in the game and let me score a goal, and carried me off the field on their shoulders. The kids got a trip to Fenway, and the beach. I palled around with another kid and we wandered into a band practice room where we hung out for hours, to the point where no one knew where we were. I remember a big picnic, lots of big tents, and hundreds of people from different clashes. One of the great weekends of my life.

I have never been to any other reunion.

"I don't always always attend reunions, but when I do, I prefer Harvard's. Veritas, my friends."