…that is the question. Whether ’tis nobler to drive a god-awful distance to revisit all those people with whom you went to school, to see those who hath acquired great fortune; whilst those who hath not, suffer.
I’ve a bit of a quandry. Should I go to my 10-year high school reunion or not? A lot of people are saying I should. Here’s my case, as to why I shall not:
Exhibit A for the Court and Jury: I was the one always picked on. My fellow classmates liked to pick on me because of my weight, my clothes, my tastes, everything. The teachers nor the faculty did nothing to stop it. There have been some very painful points, including one incident that involved an apple at lunchtime in the “Senior Courtyard”, a little patch of concrete and dry grass in the middle of the school. Another incident involved damp sponges, stools with the covers on the cushions coming off, and Mechanical Drawing class with a teacher that paid little or no attention to what was going on. Yet another incident takes place in the same class, and masking tape was involved. Other incidents have occurred in P.E., Introduction to Technology, Mass Media Technology (that one involved a cigarette lighter and the hairs on my arm…it took about three months for them to grow back!), among many other classes. No one has fessed up to any of these incidents, nor to this day has made any attempts to apologize.
I now present Exhibit B: There will be two get-togethers for the reunion. The first one takes place on the opposite side of the state from where I live. This will involve driving through rush-hour traffic in Atlanta, on a Friday evening. In other words, driving through Hell. The second event will take place on a Saturday night, in Atlanta. Still in Hell. The entire weekend will be a weekend in Hell for anyone brave enough to attend.
Now I leave it up to you, judge and jury. You decide. Should I attend this reunion, or should I not?
UPDATE: I did not attend the reunion afterall. No, it wasn’t because I didn’t want to meet up with everyone who made fun of me. It was mainly because I took a short nap to rest up for the evening (so I don’t fall asleep on the drive home), and ended up waking up way too late to leave. I had planned to leave at 5:30 PM, which would have given me more than enough time (Mapquest said an hour, I usually add 30 minutes for room for error, and traffic) to get to the reunion. I woke up at 6:15 PM. I figured it’d be too late by then, so to heck with it. Probably wouldn’t miss much anyway.
Tags: Atlanta, bullying, high school, reunion, Rockdale County
October 13, 2008 at 3:59 pm |
Patrick,
I dont know if you got the other email I sent. I was looking forward to seeing you at the reunion. I know I said some things to you in high school that made you mad. I just logged onto your website and I know that I never did any of those things that you had talked about. I have been thinking about saying I am sorry to you for years. I just figured out how to find you on this page so I could email you. I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me. If you want to hang out some time and watch SVU, since its my favorite show, or maybe if you just want to contact me just email me and Ill give you my number.
Scott Stewart
October 13, 2008 at 4:26 pm |
Scott:
I honestly don’t remember half the people we graduated with. We had such a large class, and I had made it a point from the beginning to forget most everyone I went to school with. I have since learned that forgiveness is the best policy.
I don’t watch SVU as much as I used to; in fact, I don’t watch as much TV in general as I used to. I mainly have it on in the evenings as background noise while I’m on the computer, either drawing, playing a game or two, moderating a pet chat room, posting to a few message boards, or just general surfing.