I loved high school. Almost every bit of it. Academics were not my forte, but I sure loved all the fun and the school spirit of being a Palmetto Tiger. Which is why it was so surprising for me to not want to attend my 20-year reunion this past weekend. I’ve been feeling dumpy and even though I’d helped a bit on the reunion organizing committee, I had been undecided as to whether I would attend. Luckily, I decided to go and am so very glad I did!
Maybe this is true about many schools, but there is something incredibly special about the group of folks I graduated with. I know that time makes the heart grow fonder and we’ve all matured a great deal, but even so, my heart is warmed by reflecting on my high school days and our time this weekend. I was almost proud of us last night. We were real grownups loving each other and doing a great deal of silly shenanigans (and I didn’t even make it to the extended late night after party!). I can be a touch sentimental about things like this, but it was such a delightful thing.
My favorite thing about this group is the beautiful diversity. It’s always been one of my favorite parts of both growing up and also teaching in my hometown; the great mix of cultures and community. There didn’t seem to be a lick of racial or political tension as we came together to celebrate and I hope everyone else felt the same. Times are tough in our country and I like to think that in our own small way, we are working to heal and love.
Like my dear friend (and Senior Class President that did an amazing job leading the reunion organization) Nikki said last night, “I wish we could do this every year!” There were so many faces I wished could have made it and several that died too young that would have loved to celebrate with us. We missed you!
Thank you, PHS Class of ‘97! Go Tigers!