I went to my 10th. I think I'll go to my 25th. That seems like a nice mile stone.
I wasn't the most popular in HS but nobody threw rocks at me either. Our class was a pretty good class and everyone pretty much got along well with everyone. I remember the teachers sure hated to see our class graduate because we did get along so well with everyone. (the grades above and below us in those days, they were not as fortunate)
Anyway, my tenth made me a little uncomfortable. Seems like everyone who showed up were doctors, or lawyers, or doctors of lawyers, or lawyers of doctors, or maybe politicians. I felt down right tacky amongst the class of over acheavers. Walking through the parking area, it was uhm...... BMW's, Mercedes, oooh.. look a new Corvette. :roll:
My sisters told me not to worry, all those class mates didn't actually own those fancy cars or their own houses, the banks probably did.
I can just hear it now... "So, what do you do?......"
I, *sigh* still live at home on the old farm, raisin cattle and planting crops.
Seems pretty anticlimatic.
BTW Buttmunch? Wasn't that used in the TV show Friends? ;-)