Off To My Ten Year College Reunion. Cry, Die, Or Have Fun.

Me. In college. STUDYING. (Maybe.)
I’m heading off to my ten year college reunion. I would love to write some snarky post about it, but I’ve been pretty snarky all week and I’m starting to feel like I’M THE PROBLEM.

So honestly, I’m just a little freaked out. I haven’t seen any of my college friends since… 2003? And even then it was at my wedding so I didn’t really hang out with ANYONE. So 2002? 2001? A long time.

Today, I consider myself a much kinder and considerate person than when I went to school with my friends. Which is great! WHO WOULDN’T WANT TO RECONNECT WITH THAT?

But I’m also less fashionable and have a stomach that’s still convinced I’m 12 weeks pregnant. I’m hoping that’ll just make me less intimidating. Sitting next to the frumpy lady will make YOU look even MORE FABULOUS my alumni friends! Alumnuses. ALUMINUMS. Whatever. Just come SIT WITH ME!

So what’s my problem? I don’t know. Some college friends have reached out over the last few years, which has been awesome. Facebook helps. Many are super supportive of my blog. But when I tried on the ONE DRESS that is reasonable for the dance on Friday night, I wanted to cry. Not because I realized that it’s FROM COLLEGE, but because I wonder why I’m going.

Why do we go to reunions?

My first theory is to show-off. LOOK AT MY BEAUTIFUL FAMILY AND SUCCESSFUL LIFE. Now my family IS GORGEOUS, and I totally look forward to showing them off. But the success of my life seems not of the straight and narrow kind (although I’ve BECOME more straight and narrow — in an open-minded sort of way. Now I’ve lost you so just ignore me.) I could’ve gone as THE DOCTOR. And some of my friends will. I consider myself a WRITER. But then I think: Who DOESN’T consider themselves a writer? So technically I’m a stay-at-home mom who blogs, had three poems published in the last three years, and will be working on a book come the end of June. Awesome! But so intangible.

My second theory is we go to reunions to RELIVE our AMAZING COLLEGE EXPERIENCE. But it’s just… college wasn’t THE BEST TIME OF MY LIFE. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE MY ALMA MATER. But I also screwed around a lot in college (in the physical and not-so-physical definitions). I missed out on a lot of opportunities because I’d rather party or be attached at the hip to the boy I was dating at the time. I could’ve been a better friend, student, girlfriend. I don’t really want to relive the crazies that I went through (IN MY MIND). The late nights. The black-outs. The fireworks thrown out of windows. The missing underwear. I don’t find it glamorous. I’m kinda partial to my pajama pants. And being CONSCIOUS.

I guess that I’m going to my reunion because I want to see my friends. And I want my family to see my school. I want to find the bridge between who I was, who I am, and who I’ll be this weekend.

And I hope to just be Alex. Well, Alex in her little black dress from college that she never actually wore because it didn’t show enough cleavage. But that Alex is like a ninja of awesomeness. And who doesn’t want to reconnect with a ninja who doesn’t put her cleavage all up in your face?

PS. In case my unfashionable two-baby body gets hit on I do have a snarky comeback (because I’m really like a ninja boy-scout but one who has gay scout leaders. Also known as being PREPARED. AND LIBERAL.) Okay. Back to the retort: Dude. What do you think you’re doing? I’m married to a man who is MUCH HOTTER than you. (Because SERIOUSLY! Have you seen my husband?)

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on LateEnough.com, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

18 thoughts on “Off To My Ten Year College Reunion. Cry, Die, Or Have Fun.

  1. I haven’t seen any of my college friends for years. I don’t know if I’d go if there were some kind of reunion. I’m a totally different person than I was in college. And I think we would have had a ton of fun together. Or gotten arrested. Or both.

    Hope you have a blast, I’m interested to hear all about it.
    .-= Rachel´s last blog ..There, But For The Grace Of The Universe… =-.

  2. I have seen your husband in your blog pic, or vlog, or whatever it was, and yes, he is adorable.

    I also understand your conflict about going to a reunion. (By the way, were you wearing lipstick in that studying picture? Lipstick and studying? Interesting.) I haven’t felt conflicted as much about my college reunion, but definitely about high school. I had dreams and dreams about it leading up to it. What are reunions supposed to be? Are they a way to gloat about one’s fabulous life or just reconnect? It seems we always feel they’re a time to show off, but maybe it’s better to just think of it as reliving the fun times, before so much responsibility.

    Have you seen Grosse Pointe Blank? I love that movie which features a reunion.

    And you’re writing a book? So cool! What about?

  3. Good for you for going, and wanting to see your friends is GOOD reason enough to go. I’m willing to bet that there will be others who go for the same reason.

    10 years out, I’m thinking the insecurities have been ironed out, and people are less likely to feel the need to show off.

    I’ve only gone to my h.s. reunions and always I was amazed at what a wonderful time I had. It was a very competitive high school, but come reunion no one even bothered asking, “So what do you do?” We all seemed geniunely interested in catching up again.

    OK, so maybe I am offering a rose colored view but in my limited experience it was a blast. (I have chosen not to attend my college reunions but only because I really didn’t know many people outside the close friends that I made.)

    (And in every reunion I got hit on! 😉 (not sure what will happen at my next one…)
    .-= Only You´s last blog ..Writer’s Workshop: If you get hungry, steam the dung until it’s hot and soft and ready to eat…an essay on cross-cultural miscommunication =-.

  4. I’ve lost contact with most of my college mates and like you, my college years weren’t the best years of my life, so I’m just going to have to live vicariously through those who do go back to reunions.

    I met up with some old friends when I went back to my hometown recently and the catching up was fun but after we left the restaurant, we didn’t keep in touch. Some friendships are best where we left them I guess.

  5. Oh boy can I relate. I can soooooooo relate. I have changed tremendously since I was in college, it’s all good changes, except for the fact that it looks like I’m still pregnant. With all three babies at once.

  6. I’m having second thoughts about the whole reunion thing. Belly, check. Cute babies,check. Great life? Um… I like it. But it’s not like I do something that is easy to point to.
    But I remember going to my dad’s reunion (25) and it was amazing to me.
    Good luck!

  7. Reunions…I’ve yet to attend one. Though I’d totally steal your retort if I did because, Dude. My husband is hot too.

    (Have a great time. I’m sure all of your nerves will disappear once you’re hanging out with your friends again. Or consume a second glass of wine.)

  8. Chick. I was totally feeling for you until you said that you were wearing a dress from college. After TWO babies, you’re still able to fit in a college-age dress??

    My clothes from the beginning of the millenium LAUGH at me. While we were cleaning out the garage, my husband held up a pair of especially hot pants (not hot pants, but HOT pants) and said, “I think this is your sister’s box.” The sister who is a size 2. The rest of the clothes in the box – the backless top from when my boobs stood up on their own, the midriff baring vest that I wore when I thought dancing on a bar was cool, the short leather skirt I wore TO WORK – they all just laughed.

    So…long comment short…if you can still fit in your dress, you’re going to be just fine. (And probably have to use your come back line.) Just don’t wear platform boots. I hear those are out of style now.
    .-= Mandy´s last blog ..Medicine Man =-.

  9. Oh, don’t be so hard on yourself. Yes, there are always those people we knew in college who are now big shots, but there will also be a lot who didn’t do a whole lot of anything, who don’t look young and awesome like you do, who don’t have the great kids you have. Seeing those people will bring out the awesome ninja inside.
    .-= The Sweetest´s last blog ..Simple Italian Meatballs =-.

  10. In college I hung out with a fraternity that threw toilets off the roof of their house during band parties. Even if my little black college dress fit me, I don’t think I could live the toilet-throwing thing down. So I’ll just give to the annual fund like a good little alumna and pretend it never happened. =>
    .-= Stacia´s last blog ..They Are My Sunshine =-.

  11. Reunions? Bleagh.

    If I had enough in common with these people to sustain a relationship? We would still be friends. Been there, done that.

    Next!

  12. Alex, you will always be a ninja of awesomeness. No matter what you call or name yourself. (Doctor, writer, blogger, stay-at-home mama, etc.) You are an incredible person and a lovely lovely insightful and hilarious writer. And you will most definitely get hit on so get your ninja moves ready. And one more thing. This: “I want to find the bridge between who I was, who I am, and who I’ll be this weekend.” is the most beautiful quote I’ve read in a long long time.

  13. I am going to my 10-year high school reunion next week. I’m flying to NY from Chicago for it, and I keep wondering exactly why I’m doing it. I feel the same way about high school that you do about college–they weren’t the best years of my life, so why do I want to go back? Plus, the friends I am going to see I still see from time to time. Including last weekend. I think I’m going not just to have a time with my friends, but, as you say, to reconnect with that place that housed me in some of my most formative years. And, if we’re being honest, to be there so I don’t have to listen to my friends talking about how crazy it was and laugh at some of the jerks we graduated with and feel like the only one who missed out. I want to be able to laugh at people too! And present myself so others can laugh about me. Nice, right?
    .-= Rachel @ MWF Seeking BFF´s last blog ..She’s Got Game =-.

  14. I ‘m the same way, I cringe at the things I did in college. There was a friend I had, who was pregnant, and gave up her baby for adoption. And I didn’t even talk to her about it.

    Can you believe that????

  15. Word. You rock that black dress and have an awesome time. If it were me, I’d spend most of the party in the bathroom. Playing on my iPhone and avoiding making eye contact with people I sort of wouldn’t mind having conversations with, but because I’m a little awkward, I’d have a really difficult time actually having the convo. So, yeah, I guess what I’m saying is – have more fun that I would.

    P.S. I would totally hit on you in a platonic fashion. But I’ll agree that your husband is hotter than me.
    .-= GuiltySquid´s last blog ..First my fingers turned blue, I stole my doctor’s cell phone number and I’m pretty sure WebMD is responsible for Natasha Richardson’s death. I could just be wrong on that last part. The heading was ambiguous, y’all. =-.

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