Reunion 2012

A few days ago, I received an invitation to my ten-year high school reunion.  The big event is coming up August 4, 2012.  Of course, it's too far away to know for sure if I would even go.  The scheduled date is right when harvest would presumably begin, too, so that's probably not in my favor, along with the high cost of travel these days.

I am intrigued, however.  I seriously doubt that any of my other high school classmates are now living a life similar to my own.  There were very few if any students in my school who were farm kids.  I can't think of anyone. Not a single person.  My classmates were by and large daughters and sons of college grads who worked in the business world.  Several were children of professors and researchers at Iowa State.  The presence of a major university in town combined with the outspoken, left-winged tendency of many of the teachers at our school leant a decidedly liberal outlook to the class of 2002.  I have no doubt that some of my classmates are now hippie organic farmers in places like southwestern Wisconsin, raising small-batch garden crops to sell to the local grocery co-op.  But I would be shocked if anyone else has married a tough breed farmer or rancher.

I'm not trying to say that my life is superior to anyone else's, but on the other hand, I am proud of the life I have, the place where I live, and the man I am married to.  Why shouldn't I stand behind the choices I have made?

At this point, I have ten months to figure out whether or not I will even be attending the ten-year reunion of the class of 2002.  You can bet it will be on my mind.  I would like to go.  It would be interesting to hear others' stories.  We were all competitive as classmates and I expect the competition would continue as we each try to top each other with stories of our wild, runaway success at life.