wait

should i actually go to my 20th high school reunion? i had been like NO WAY IN HELL basically ever since i graduated, my party line was always, “i’m in touch with everyone i want to know from high school,” so smug, right, but that was my stance, cuz whatever, i was not popular in high school, had no boyfriends, just really liked math and reading heart of darkness and doing weird lit video projects and watching ’70s movies at john’s and being square but happy (although still of course wanting to go to keg parties and make out with dudes and not die a virgin). but since getting that nice facebook message from an old classmate, who i only vaguely remember (so sorry, cyril), coupled with david beebe saying “what about the black people? don’t you want to see them?” and the fact is MAYBE I DO.