October 19, 2008

  • Class Reunions are Surreal

    I had my 10th High School Reunion for Paul G. Blazer today. It was... surreal. *wrinkles nose* Part of me wonders if it would have been less so if I hadn't also been on a fair amount of cold medicine due to this sinus infection. Eh, probably so. Some people had changed immensely. Some people hadn't changed at all. Most of us... if you squinted, we looked like we did in high school, same shape of the face, same manner of moving, but time had left its mark. There were some interesting stories, journeys to foreign lands and the studies of arcane arts. And, well, there were some people who'd clearly fallen hard somewhere in the 10 years and were still nursing broken bones. And I suspect there were even more stories of success and failure in those who chose not, or were unable, to attend. Goodness only knows what people thought of me. Like I said, I'd taken some cold medicine before and either I took too little or too many because I was in a seriously abstract mood all night. My hair was longer and I had some dead end stories about my jobs with the government and L-3. Meh, I was there. I had some interesting conversation. I had a fascinating if somewhat disjointed conversation with someone about the perils of computer science jobs that led me to wonder again why I'm in still in this field. Besides the chicks, of course.


    But, I don't regret it. The reunion, at least. Some part of me wonders what might have been if I had decided to work in a different field. But, then again, how can one ever know how things might have been different. And now I'm getting weirdly philosophic and it's just too late at night for that. Say good night, Gracie.