Friday, October 9, 2015

Not So Happy Reunion

Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week 15 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.

My “Secret Subject” is:

High school reunion. You are not only expected to attend but to get on stage and talk to your former classmates about real life after school. Share your speech with us!

It was submitted by:

Just so you know, this probably wasn't the kind of prompt that goes well for somebody like me. Consider this your fair warning. 


Growing up in rural South Georgia as a bit of a weirdo, a social outcast, didn’t necessarily give me good experiences in high school.

Allison from John Hughes’ The Breakfast Club was my teenage spirit animal. In a way, she still is.

I had hippie parents growing up that had been more into records and drugs (the latter part was true for my dad not my mom) than Jesus and football. We didn’t spend Sundays dressing up to go to social hour at church only to dress down and worship the pigskin afterwards. It was a bit of anomaly here in the Bible belt where high school football teams get police escorts and the principal of our high school openly talked about Jesus at every pep rally.

I can’t say that I didn’t have friends. I did. The lot of us had very little in common and looked, at least on the outside, like the Misfit Toys from that old Rudolph Christmas special. Our common bond was the fact that we didn’t fit in anywhere else. We weren’t nerds though many of us were intelligent. We weren’t jocks though some of us could play sports. We definitely weren’t princesses though some of us had a little queen in us. And, there was a little bit of a criminal in a few of us. Weirdos. That’s what we were and in a lot of ways that’s what I still am.

In school that mattered more than it does now. I made a conscious effort to make sure everyone knew I didn’t want to fit in. I rebelled. I wore black lipstick and laughed when someone asked me if I was a witch. Rumor had it that I sacrificed goats at lunch. I was a vegetarian at the time, and I let the rumor get to me. The times that I was called dyke bothered me. The note that was stuffed into my locker featuring crudely drawn dicks and magazine cut-out letters that told me to take my fag friends to San Francisco where they belonged bothered me. Every time my friends, who did happen to be gay, were mocked and threatened, it bothered me. The whole thing was a massive trial in just how much a person can be tested, I think. I was coming out of an abusive home and recovering from a rape that took my virginity, and none of the people, you all, that pointed and laughed and spread gossip on a daily basis bothered to get to know that. The more you pointed, the more outlandish I got like it was a competition to see who would break first.

There is some part of me that would like to think I won, but the truth of it is that it just stopped mattering. I started going to college full time when I was a high school senior and never really looked back.

I had friends that would have probably walked by my side in school if I had shown up in an alien mask and an Elvis jumpsuit, and I still have some of those friends today. Outside of learning and increasing my knowledge, the only thing that matters are those friendships I made, the connections I still have, and the fact that I know in my time there I took up for people around me I loved whenever they were as heavily picked on as I was. That’s what I learned about life after school—that the things that happened there really were inconsequential. I was already going to be the strong free spirit I am today, and no amount of hillbilly finger-pointing was going to change that.

The thing of it is, a lot of us still live in this same town, a lot of us see each other on a regular basis running errands and picking up groceries, and I smile and wave and accept the friend requests on Facebook because life is a lot more complicated than bullying and high school dances and football games, and sometimes we have to play the part even when we don’t want to. But, I don’t have to stay here and party down at this reunion with people that never gave a shit to know me when we were kids, and I’m not going to. Who wants to celebrate with a bunch of assholes that I never should have let bother me in the first place, assholes that, once high school was over, really didn’t make an impact on my life whatsoever?

Now you guys can all go fuck yourselves because life after high school doesn’t involve giving a shit about what you all are doing.


That's the way she goes. 

Alright, be sure to check out the other contributions to the Swap below. Enjoy! Baking In A Tornado The Momisodes Spatulas on Parade Sparkly Poetic Weirdo Southern Belle Charm The Lieber Family Blog Never Ever Give Up Hope Confessions of a part time working mom Someone Else’s Genius Cluttered Genius Small Talk Mama Rena’s World Climaxed Dinosaur Superhero Mommy The Bergham’s Life Chronicles


  1. That's quite a speech. I was more on the outside than the inside of high school, but my school was small enough that people were still generally nice to me. I'm still glad I left the area. It was never a town that I could have grown old in.

  2. High school can be a pretty cruel place, and you're right, kids that age don't stop to think about what someone else's situation might be. I bet it felt good to get that out.

  3. "Now you guys can all go fuck yourselves because life after high school doesn’t involve giving a shit about what you all are doing."

    ^Best speech ever.

  4. Loved this. High school, even if you've got perfect circumstances, is hard. I'm grateful it's over. I have quite a few close relationships still, but honestly, I'm not sure I'd want to attend any reunions. Great speech. Great post. Thank you.

  5. You know when we're in the middle of high school it seems like its everything and then you grow up you realize it is such a small little speck of time compared to the rest of our lives. I don't go to mine either.

  6. I graduated high school over 50 years ago -- Moved away the day after graduation and never saw any of them until about 15 years ago. Found my my best bud on line and we are just as close now. When my book came out, a group of 5 of the hottest guys in class (way out of my league back then) have all contacted me and want to have a mini reunion -- they loved my story -- so......should be interesting. Blew me away. I have already said something to them by email -- that is to thank them for not making fun of me in school -- it was a real tough time in my life.

  7. I hated was torturous and evil...I would have started with the "fuck you" LOL