Traditionally, a high school reunion is an opportunity to brag to your former nose-picking, homework-copying friends about how much of a successful adult you’ve become.
“Well, as company director it’s a tough life eating caviar on board my private helicopter”
“Obviously, all my children learned to speak Chinese before the age of five, can your children talk yet?”
“Cathy was such a bitch. Oh, hi Cathy! So good to see you again, oh wow your hair hasn’t changed has it?”
After exchanging numbers and catching up on years gone by, everybody goes home and carries on with their actually quite distinctly average lives.
It was only the other day, when being flung into a ‘cucumber sandwich, look at me now’ situation felt far in the distance, I woke up to the horrible realisation that my high school reunion time is here – and I’m not even sure adulthood is for me.
Fast approaching ten years out of school and still haven’t found a cure for bad hair days, I, along with my friends (aka cats) am wondering “where did the years go? What have I been doing with my life all this time?!”
If you’ve bumped into some familiar faces on your journey to adulthood, you’ll have probably attempted to answer the inevitable “so, what are you doing with your life?” question.
For me, the joy of this question comes with an embarrassingly nervous alcohol induced ramble in which I announce my biggest achievement since leaving school is winning the ‘Human Hoover’ award at the work Christmas do for eating up the office snacks (very proud).
But if there’s one thing more awkward than answering questions about yourself – it’s asking your former schoolmate questions you already know the answer to because, apparently, you’ve spent the last ten years stalking them on social media – it’s practically a CV worthy skill.
Thanks to Facebook, post-school antics have been well documented across endless photos of regrettable nights out, posts of what’s being eaten for breakfast and embarrassing relationship status updates.
It’s very difficult to ask “so how are you?” without following with “since 2010 when you moved to the other side of the world and were tagged in a photo with someone my mate swiped right for on Tinder last weekend – oh and do you have the pencil shapener you borrowed from me in year eight? Its my favourite, okay thanks bye” #awks.
But, in between the pressure to achieve the goals society has kindly set out for us, is the reassurance that we’re all in the same boat. It might not be a yacht (yet), it’s definitely a dinghy, but at least my generation are great at being honest in laughing at ourselves as we muddle through adulthood.