high school memories

"I love my daughter and should never belittle her sensibilities, even if I don't always relate to them."
As a teenager I felt like that solid, red pimple with no give, no whitehead ripe for a satisfying squeeze. The pain on the outside reflecting the tense churning and discomfort underneath. A differentness I knew would keep me permanently locked out of their circle, disconnected from everyone else who seemed so in tune with one another. They had best friends. I never did.
Come to find out, this spring marks the 40th year since I graduated from high school. Who knew? I certainly didn't until I received a friendly note from the reunion committee. So I joined their Facebook page and started looking around.
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High school is a very interesting time in a person’s life, even more so than college. I think what makes it so “interesting
You are 15. Stop wishing you were older. Stop trying to talk, walk and mimic the lame adults. They have nothing on you.
We all felt like we needed to fit into a category à la The Breakfast Club; that we were the outsider looking in from Some Kind of Wonderful.
A few weeks ago, I saw a notification on Facebook that caused my eyebrows to raise in suspicion: Someone had added me to my high school's reunion planning group.
Life begins at 40. This was the belated math lesson I learned recently when my wife and I attended our 40th high school reunion.