Blogger Photo Challenge; Day 18; A Photo of One of Your Classes.
Again, I say, hmmm.
What does this mean to a middle aged women who's past her prime for taking pictures-of-her-class?
My mind goes to my class. I've always contended that I have none. Plenty of folks would agree. But, just recently, I believe I've found my own step and come into my own. I'm not as class-less as I once thought. I believe I've shown a good deal of class, in the last few months, for certain. I know what I'd like to say, but that's in a future post about regrets. So . . . .
Class . . pictures?
Class . . ring?
Class . . middle class?
Class . . working class?
It brings up an interesting topic: my high school senior class. My senior class is having it's 20 year reunion this summer. Do people attend those? I keep seeing things get posted on facebook for dinners and family events and all kinds of random stuff. Apparently, people DO attend class reunions. There are folks writing on the wall, saying they're a "plus 2". But, I'm situated squarely on the fence. I'm not sure I WANT to go to a 20 year reunion. Let's face it. High school was NOT the best time of my life. More than anything, I'm pretty sure I didn't like the person I was in high school. It's eons ago . . . and my most heartfelt wish is to leave high school and all the memories and people surrounding it where they are . . . in the past.
But everything else . . . can stay in the past. So, seeing as how my high school 20 year class reunion is on my mind, it seems fitting for me to post my . . . . senior class picture . . . .