It was great fun to see old friends; many returned for the 50th.
My least favorite teacher was in the crowd, and I thought about confronting her about the mean things she did to me, but what would have been the point?
She was my 9th grade English teacher. I had just moved to Grove City from Japan where my dad had been stationed. I sat in class terrified and intimidated, and she made a special effort to criticize me for my "know-everything attitude". She would ask questions up and down the rows, sequentially, and deliberately skip me.
At the reunion, she seemed proud and happy and acted like everyone's favorite teacher. So. Good. Thank God the other teachers in Grove City High School were better.
People had memories of me that are almost definitely not true. I was the first of our group with a bikini? I heard lots about slumber parties at my house and would think this was apocryphal, but I found this photo. These look like slumber partiers to me.
On the way up from the airport, we stopped at the Costco in Cranberry. I'll write about that later.