The school where I attended high school (Moorestown Friends School (http://www.mfriends.org)) has an annual dinner where they invite alumni to attend (and give money). They take group photos of the alumni whose classes are having five-year-interval reunions (5th, 10th, etc.) and put them in the alumni newsletter.
Because it's such a money-sucking thing, most of my classmates don't go to it. Instead, they had their second "offsite reunion" where they got together at one gal's house at the beach with their families. As one former classmate put it, "We guarantee you won't be hit up for money at this. As for the event at the school, we make no such promises."
OTOH, given how well I was treated when I was in high school, I have zero desire to spend the $$$ to fly thousands of miles to be a scapegoat all over again. I did attend a San Francisco-based alumni gathering a few years ago mostly because my lacrosse coach (and the only teacher who came up to me and congratulated me at graduation) was going to be there. I felt severely out of place with the people there; only two of them had been at the school the same time I'd been there (the host was three years ahead of me; there was one gal who was two years behind me). The gal two years behind me clung to me because I was the only person besides Miss Brudon that she knew there, but even she and I had very little common ground.
As for my classmates, I had little in common with them when I was in school, and I have even less in common with them now.
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Because it's such a money-sucking thing, most of my classmates don't go to it. Instead, they had their second "offsite reunion" where they got together at one gal's house at the beach with their families. As one former classmate put it, "We guarantee you won't be hit up for money at this. As for the event at the school, we make no such promises."
OTOH, given how well I was treated when I was in high school, I have zero desire to spend the $$$ to fly thousands of miles to be a scapegoat all over again. I did attend a San Francisco-based alumni gathering a few years ago mostly because my lacrosse coach (and the only teacher who came up to me and congratulated me at graduation) was going to be there. I felt severely out of place with the people there; only two of them had been at the school the same time I'd been there (the host was three years ahead of me; there was one gal who was two years behind me). The gal two years behind me clung to me because I was the only person besides Miss Brudon that she knew there, but even she and I had very little common ground.
As for my classmates, I had little in common with them when I was in school, and I have even less in common with them now.