2012-07-05 / Lifestyles

Change of class

Lois A. Corcoran

Some things never change.

If there’s one thing my high school class excelled at, it’s partying. And every five years like clockwork, it holds a reunion even better than the one before.

My indecision never changes either, so I hemmed and hawed for months over whether to attend. Okay, I never really mastered “hawing,” but I hemmed like crazy. And during that time, I confided to a classmate about my social phobia.

“It’s like I’m paralyzed in big groups,” I said.

“Then hang out in a little group,” she replied, “and move to another little one and another and...” You get the idea.

I assumed she was joking, but the more I thought about her advice, the more sense it made. An encouraging e-mail cinched the deal, and I threw in my hat at the last minute.

Trouble was, a friend who planned to go changed her mind as well. So I recruited another pal to help kidnap her, so to speak.

The nice thing about 35-year reunions is their lack of pretense. Ours was so laid back, we attached our name tags with duct tape. One guy even wore his upside down. Being a holdout meant that mine lacked a copy of my yearbook photo. Trust me when I say this was no great loss.

A few classmates made me talk to the hand but most posed for pictures without a fight. Thus, my trusty camera helped me focus on them instead of my usual neuroses.

That’s when I realized that some things DO change. “It takes me longer to shave,” said a former jock. “because I have a lot more face now.”

While half the guys sought the cover of facial hair, I noticed a serious lack of sideburns. Quite a few shed their fur north of the equator, too.

One guy commuted all the way from Alaska. “Where did you come from?” I queried another, who replied, “My mother.”

“Do you ever play your clarinet?” I asked a fellow former band member. Then I shared with her how I tried to blow mine awhile back and my cat ran over and bit me.

Ultimately, a good time was had by all, and the friend I kidnapped declined to press charges.

“Almost makes you want to wish away the next five years,” said another, eager for the next bash.

Because some things never change.

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