High School Reunion Blog

Where do I start? The previous conversation with Liz didn’t go well. It was a very long conversation -- and you only got to see a couple minutes of it. I felt terrible that something I said had hurt Liz. I said I never had bad feelings toward her and I would have never wanted her to feel bad. I said I was so sorry that something I did was so hurtful and that it was never my intention to hurt her. I wasn’t making excuses -- I was only trying to explain how I felt.

In hindsight I think it would have been better if I’d just said I’m sorry and didn’t say another word. Liz said I couldn’t do anything to fix it or make the situation better, which pretty much summed up exactly how I felt. She said I was still a bitch. I’m not sure what I did to deserve that, but I really felt no matter what I did she had her mind made up before I got to the house.

I can understand why Scott H. wanted to go home. I too wanted to go home that same night. It’s hard to describe, but some days were so hard to be in that space. It was sometimes hard to understand why we chose to be there in the first place.  The incident Liz was speaking about was in the seventh grade and since I was only 12, I don’t even remember being at that particular slumber party.

When I said that Liz didn’t get my humor I was referring to the “fat *&^%$#” comment. But before the daggers start flying, let me explain what I mean. Liz was very tall and thin in junior high and high school. I CAN totally see me calling her a “fat *&^%$#” as a sarcastic exaggeration of the opposite. For example, if we were all sitting around talking about how fat we were (like we did back then – ridiculous, I know) I could see me saying, “Yeah, ‘cause you’re a real fat *&^%$#.” I can see NOW that wasn’t the right thing to say to Liz, but I didn’t realize it at the time. No one deserves to be treated badly and it definitely upset me that my words or actions caused someone pain.  

On to the overnight [Detention with Liz]: I thought it was SO funny! My grandma would have been proud, because she taught me how to fish, hunt and camp. I really did gut a fish with a dull butcher knife. We really cooked that little fish on a fry pan that we had balancing on the fire that Liz started -- and it was actually pretty good. The tent situation was like a scene out of an old Abbott & Costello show; we were trying to put it together for what must have been hours, and when we almost had it complete we found the instructions.

We were left alone on the beach all night. We didn’t fit in the tiny one-man tents: Our heads stuck out the top and when it rained, we had to zip ourselves in and when it stopped, we unzipped so we could stretch back out. The most ironic part was the pain we both felt after sleeping on the beach without a pillow -- and only when we woke up at the crack of dawn and rolled over did we discover what appeared to be a blow-up pillow tucked in the sleeping bag. That was priceless. 

We had some good conversations on the beach that night, and were finally able to move beyond the hurt and put our issues to rest. 

I really enjoyed how Dennis and Manny took in Andrew and made him their little buddy. It was all in good fun and I think something about the friendship gave him a little pep in his step. I enjoyed seeing the transformation, although I was glad I wasn’t at the pool to witness the entire transformation -- if you know what I mean! I thought Lynette handled the situation with compassion and grace; I loved how she was direct but also kind. I did like the new added confidence and sense of style -- way to go, Andrew! I hear that he’s in a happy relationship today and wish him all the luck!

Last but not least, I was so excited to have Renee come to the house. Although I didn’t know her well in high school, I knew who she was and always thought she was a smart, cute and very nice girl. I was excited for new energy in the house and knew she was someone I could have fun with. Thanks, Renee, I really appreciated having you in the house as my other awesome roommate!