p-a-t-r-i-o-t-s, ever mighty
with the title of "most spirited, 1997" or not, i still remember every word to my high school fight song and to the horribly-tuned alma mater. sadly, i can't say the same for my university, though i would consider that a better academic and social experience of the two. it turns out that the songs are just about ALL i remember from high school, a sad fact i was came to know when i flipped through my senior yearbook as an attempt to refresh my memory for saturday night's reunion.
while i recognized most of the people at the party (except for spouses, and one girl who had lost a lot of weight (you go, yvonne!) and didn't look like herself at all), i was surprised by quite a few things... mostly by the number of single moms there, how many people had become teachers, and the large number of conversations centered on the topic of my boobs. hmm, a common night out, i suppose. i was surprised, too, about who i related to after all these years, though i wasn't too shocked that i tended to be that girl who had the weirdest resume (living in japan, black belt in karate, belly dancer and dodgeball referee?!). like prom, the reunion was just something that i had to do, whether i had the burning desire to or not, and all in all, i'm glad i went, though i still contend that myspace and facebook and all these online social networking groups sort of negate the need to reunite.
current mood: voted "life of the party", ha!