For some reason the subject of class reunions cropped up in the pub last night.

It's not a subject that I have given a great deal of thought to, and have never been to one so I'm hardly an expert.

In a couple of years time there is a remote [extremely remote] possibility that someone may try to organise one for my class, as it will be fifty years since we split up.  Half a century since I sat the Leaving Cert?  Fuck!  Doesn't time fly when you're having fun?

The big question of course is whether I would bother my arse going, if there was one.  I suppose there is a half hearted curiosity about how everyone ended up.  How many have emigrated never to return?  How many achieved their ambitions?  How many are dead?  Of course I tend to remember those days as being surrounded by spotty teenagers, barely into long pants.  It's hard to believe that they would all now be retired [or as I said, dead].

I remember making a pact with one of my pals.  We swore on a Beatles record that we would meet up in the main square in Brasilia at midday on the first of January 2000.  Needless to say, I didn't bother my arse.  I wonder if he's still there waiting, or has he copped that I'm not going to turn up?

I had one great friend in school.  We used to pal around in school and around at his house after where we learned the joys of driving an old banger around a field, making home made explosives and smoking.  And I can add in here that it wasn't the packaging that got us into the fags – we didn't give a shite what brand it was just so long as we could smoke it.  From the day we left school for the last time that was it.  We moved on to pastures new and I only saw him once since and had little or nothing to say.

I did become firm friends with one classmate after we left.  We had hardly spoken in school but later became firm buddies.  For years we had some great escapades.  He was the Best Man at my wedding and I at his.  One evening his missus came home early and caught him climbing down the next door neighbour's drainpipe.  He has been dipping his wick on his own doorstep as it were.  He disappeared then and I haven't seen him since.

I only ever met one other classmate.  We hardly took any notice of each other at school.  He was the very quiet, studious one who was nearly always top of the class.  One day I had to call into the local presbytery to get something signed and there he was.  Apparently he had been the local curate for some time.  I explained that I didn't know that, as I wasn't a Mass goer and had given up on religion.  "Like myself" he replied glumly.  I heard after that he had left the priesthood and vanished into the pale blue yonder.   I wonder if I had anything to do with that?

So would I want to meet up with a small handful of overweight, balding old farts whose names I can't even remember?  Would I want to spend an evening reminiscing about old teachers I would rather forget?

I think I'd give it a miss.

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Reunion — 10 Comments

  1. Meeting up with former classmates could be hazardous. I went to an anniversary dinner many years ago. A lot of brandy was consumed along with the coffee. One old boy approached a nearby table and addressed somebody he hadn't been friendly with by his schoolboy nickname. They instantly wrestled each other to the floor and had to be extricated by friends. None of my former classmates was hanged or imprisoned, but some of them should have.

    • I doubt I could carry a grudge that long.  Anyway I have forgotten who it is I would like to pulp. 

      I wouldn't be surprised if a few of my former classmates had spent a wee holiday behind bars….

  2. run across some of my old class mates in town occasionally, the ones left that is, and have absolutely no desire to ever hang out with any of them.  from every acct i've heard of them, horror shows that end in tears or bad choices

    • I have more than likely passed my old classmates many times around the city.  I wouldn't recognise them.  Wouldn't want to recognise them.  Says it all really?

  3. Yep. same here… 50 years … and had the same conclusion you had. I didn't like many of my classmates or teachers 50 years ago and what would have changed? Of course being a few thousand miles away made it easier.  The long suffering spouse was in my graduation class and I see her too often! As an aside: there was one attempt to contact us to let us know of the plans and that came from the kid of a classmate. Apparently, nobody in our class knows about the internet yet.

    • Once or twice I have made half-hearted attempts to find those name I can recall on the Interwebs.  Either no results at all or too many to filter.  I also found a site where you can search for classmates by year and school.  No one.  Maybe I'm the only one left?

  4. Considered attending our school's 40th reunion (same as you – morbid curiosity) a few years back.

    But then the ladies organizing the event decided to hold it in an aging paean to disco and it was suddenly right off.

    • A sudden resurgence of commenters who haven't been around in a while?  Is this a Commenter's Reunion?

      Disco?  Sweet fuck, NO!

  5. I pretty much agree with the rest of you. I wouldn't bother going to any sort of high school reunion. Being a loner, I had no friends that were in my class and my "best friend" during those years was a kid from across the street from my house that went to a different high school than I did.

    The one reunion I would attend is a reunion of the crew of my old submarine but these things are always held hundreds of miles away from my humble abode and I can't travel that far any longer. Still, I'd like to meet up with those guys sometime before they all croak or I do.

    • I can understand a submarine reunion all right.  After all, you were living with them in very confined quarters for long periods.  [Not a good arrangement for animosity?]

      Can't say I have any desires to meet any particular group from my past.  I'm concentrating on making friends for the future.

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