Overheard at my 45th high school reunion

I had the pleasure of attending—and helping to organize—my 45th high school reunion this past summer. It was a blast to reconnect, reminisce and catch up on what and how classmates from the Brunswick Class of 1971 are doing.

As someone remarked, when we were in high school there were various cliques—like the jocks, the brainiacs, the greasers, the “golden shoes,” the stoners and the hippies—but after 45 years, those labels really don’t matter anymore. Today, we’re simply a group of contemporaries with a shared history, enjoying one another’s company in the here and now.

And, when you get a bunch of 63-year-olds in a room with a bar and background music from the sixties and seventies, you know you’re going to hear some interesting comments. Here’s a sampling:

“Oh hell, I wrote too big on the sign-in sheet because I forgot my glasses and can’t read it.”

“I don’t mind that he spilled beer on my leg because he got on his knees and wiped it off me,” said a woman about a classmate who’d been a high school heartthrob.

“Hi, I’ve seen you in bed,” someone said to Hubs upon meeting him for the first time, referring to a photo that accompanied a previous Boomer Haiku post about how hearing loss can affect your sex life.

“I gave my mom a tablet today,” said a classmate, referring to a computer, not medication.

“Technology’s great—I was in the waiting room for glaucoma surgery and there was an 80-year-old there using Siri.”

Looking at a photo of our class’s yearbook committee artfully posed outdoors, one member of the committee who wasn’t pictured said, “You think the yearbook staff was stoned? Yes, we were—that’s why I fell off the rock and wasn’t in the picture.”

“You chose to be Catholic? There’s nothing wrong with being Catholic, but I just don’t understand why you’d choose to be one.”

Female: “My feet are killing me; I’m not used to wearing high heels.”
Male: “Me either.”

“If you don’t keep in touch, I’m going to hunt you down and torch your underwear.”

Referring to a now-married classmate: “He dated a million women.”

Referring to husband-and-wife teachers in high school: “I remember thinking, ‘Wow, both of them are teachers and together they make $20K!’ That seemed like so much money back then.

“She doesn’t know what a happy pill is—she doesn’t need it.”

Male: “How do I know you from high school?”
Female: “We had a moment during freshman year.”

Upon reintroducing himself to a classmate, the classmate said, “Oh, you were one of the smart kids—I was a dumb f***.”

“My ex-husband has an unlikable new girlfriend with the same name as my daughter, and my daughter decided to nickname the girlfriend ‘Vaginitis.’ When the girlfriend calls my daughter, that’s what comes up on caller ID on her cell phone.”

“Can we turn down the music? It’s hard to talk.”

“I work with a bunch of lovely men, but when we women started talking about periods in the lunchroom, they stuck their fingers in their ears and went ‘la-la-la’ and headed for the doors.”

Said one classmate to another who’d posted a video on Facebook of himself lip-synching Steppenwolf’s “Born to Be Wild” while driving his rental car from the airport: “Isn’t it kind of ironic that you’re singing that behind the wheel of a Lincoln Town Car?”

“What do you expect from a bunch of middle-aged hippies?”

Classmate #1: “You haven’t changed a bit!”
Classmate #2: “Bullsh*t.”

And probably the most often-heard utterance was, “Can you believe it’s been 45 years?”

There were poignant moments, too, as we remembered the more than 30 classmates who are no longer alive, learned of those among us who’d battled serious illness, and empathized with those dealing with aging parents or who have lost them altogether. At this age, many more of us are “orphans” than not.

But overall, there was simply a pervasive sense of goodwill. Appreciation for one another’s achievements. Happiness for those in long marriages, or who have found new love later in life. Gratitude for having made it this far. And laughter—lots of laughter.

High school reunions
test our memory, eyesight
and sense of humor.

What about you? Do you have some high school reunion memories you’d like to share? Inquiring minds want to know!



Roxanne Jones

About Roxanne Jones

By day, Roxanne Jones is an award-winning freelance copywriter specializing in health and medicine. She launched Boomer Haiku, a humorous blog about life as a baby boomer, in 2015, and a Boomer Haiku greeting card line in 2016 (available at 6 Maine stores; visit www.boomerhaiku.com/shop/ to learn more). Born and raised in Brunswick, she left Maine after high school (Class of 1971) and, after living in Massachusetts and California, came screaming back to her home state in 2006. She enjoys chardonnay, laughing at the foibles and frustrations of getting older, and contemplates plastic surgery to get rid of the wattle on her neck.