Dear fellow graduates of the class of 1998,
In the 10 years since we've graduated high school, I've really thought of you very little.
With a few exceptions, of course.
Still, for some reason, I really want there to be a 10-year reunion. It should be this spring.
Last week, I thought about it and decided I wasn't sure if I would go.
This week, one of you sent me a MySpace message asking if I'd heard anything about it.
I hadn't. So I called a woman involved with the Fremont High Alumni Association to find out who was planning it and when it would be.
She said she had no contact for the class of 1998.
That means none of you have stepped forward yet to plan it.
I'm not surprised.
And none of you would be surprised to hear that I felt compelled to think about organizing it. I guess I still can't help it.
I asked more questions: Was she sure nobody was planning it? Is it possible for someone to be planning it without notifying the alumni association? How do you go about getting a list of addresses?
I contemplated getting the list (it costs $20 and would not have married last names or current addresses). But then I thought why exactly I would do such a thing.
I haven't thought about many of you since high school. I certainly haven't thought about many of you since my last summer at Ronin Pool when I got married and moved away.
I've got an awesome family now, a good job. I run races now and sometimes do well. I'm much more confident now. I care not nearly as much what you former popular people think.
I wish there was a way to get just the people I am curious about together. Can't we have a cross country reunion? A track team reunion? A journalism staff get-together? A student government or drama or German club reunion? A you-were-once-my-friends-and-I-miss-you reunion? That would be nice.
Well, in the end, I decided not to spend my time tracking down lost addresses and lost people, despite my curiosity as to how some of you turned out.
I do hope everyone's doing well.
And maybe there's still a chance someone else will pull something together.
And maybe I will go.