I got the privilege of covering the Portales High School reunion of the class of 1962 this past weekend. I met all of these cool people with memories to share and it made me wonder about my high school class.
I wonder if our class can get together and be like we were. It's been five years since I graduated high school.
I never asked to see if there was a five-year reunion for us but I keep in contact with quite a few friends from my class and thanks to Facebook, I know when my other former classmates are eating a burrito, having a baby, or getting a root canal.
I think reunions have quite a mystique to them. I love that element of surprise. Many PHS grads said they hadn't seen their classmates in 40 and 50 years but they picked up right where they left off.
I admire how those grads valued the strength of their class. I have hopes that I'll be able to do my thing and still be humble enough to come back to where it started.
I have big expectations and a huge vision for myself but no one can say for sure where I'll be in five years. I have spoken what I want into existence, and hopefully it will come to be.
Christina Calloway writes for Clovis Media Inc. and humor in her spare time. She wants to know what your favorite high school memory is. Write her at firstname.lastname@example.org.