tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085694.post8336856622074278203..comments2023-11-02T21:46:26.482+13:00Comments on Violet goes green, sort of: The reunionViolethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10547452802344363142noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085694.post-60168608632638592932007-10-03T13:08:00.000+13:002007-10-03T13:08:00.000+13:00daddy l: we didn't have name tags that evening! Y...daddy l: we didn't have name tags that evening! Yeah, I reckon B. must've been a bit miffed the <I>second</I> time I asked who he was...Violethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10547452802344363142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085694.post-70766636064151059562007-10-03T08:27:00.000+13:002007-10-03T08:27:00.000+13:00Like you, I was one of only three Chinese in my gr...Like you, I was one of only three Chinese in my graduating class, so everyone remembered me. but I did so much name-tag looking at my reunion too. <BR/><BR/>I was amazed how offended some people got when I did that.Daddy Lhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05950054207039336854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085694.post-46652669530839184982007-10-02T19:34:00.000+13:002007-10-02T19:34:00.000+13:00angela: don't feel bad. It's very therapeutic to ...angela: don't feel bad. It's very therapeutic to think that way!Violethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10547452802344363142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085694.post-83380534776769514792007-10-02T13:57:00.000+13:002007-10-02T13:57:00.000+13:00I sometimes wished I was more wild in high school....I sometimes wished I was more wild in high school. I was never popular but everybody knew who the blind girl was. <BR/>It is bad but I also wished lousy lifes on people I did not like a perticular ex to be exact.Angelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02786127130691625566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085694.post-50240816757943836902007-10-02T12:17:00.000+13:002007-10-02T12:17:00.000+13:00cathi: The distance thing really is a big advantag...cathi: The distance thing really is a big advantage. I once bumped into the ex-girlfriend of an ex-workmate, and thereafter she turned up around every bloody corner! One catch-up at dinner was fine, but you don't <I>necessarily</I> want to make it a frequent thing.<BR/><BR/>mtnw: wow - the bad boy became a wealthy jetsetter, eh? Must've been a drug dealer...<BR/><BR/>nigel: you might <I>think</I> that lots of those people are leading "together" lives, but you don't know that. And they probably aren't going to tell you if they're not.Violethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10547452802344363142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085694.post-79432917915472015632007-10-02T09:10:00.000+13:002007-10-02T09:10:00.000+13:00I feel crazy (like that's anything new) for trying...I feel crazy (like that's anything new) for trying to contact high school friends. <BR/>Reunions wouldn't work because they all graduated the year before me but beyond that I feel sort of sheepish with my total flailing away through life while lots of people are all settled and stable.Watson Woodworth https://www.blogger.com/profile/18056045044039701907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085694.post-55245838119435590742007-10-01T20:23:00.000+13:002007-10-01T20:23:00.000+13:00It's not that unusual for people with small childr...It's not that unusual for people with small children to be living a fairly quiet life. Ten years from now you could be doing something dramatically different again.<BR/><BR/>My school year had its 20th reunion recently. I didn't go but I read the newsletter. I must admit I was pleased to be able to report that I was no longer single, childless or an apparently eternal student (as I was ten years ago)- but that was really all about my insecurity and I certainly didn't read my classmates profiles in any spirit of judgement (well except for the one guy that I really had hoped was in jail but who instead is a millionaire with a holiday home in the Bahamas. Grrr)Amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04797661728002935006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085694.post-25759913266620591602007-09-30T19:52:00.000+13:002007-09-30T19:52:00.000+13:00I'm about to go through something similar - will b...I'm about to go through something similar - will be meeting friends I haven't seen since 1984 when we were 20. I haven't been in correspondence with them either until recently. I was putting it all off wanting to go back as a huge success or a mother or maybe just different from the rank and file.<BR/><BR/>I've also just seen some photos of people I apparently know from back then, and I don't recognise them. And they all look so happy and together and with-it. I haven't a clue what they all do for a living, and that made me realise it doesn't matter. I'm just as much or more of a success, I just don't measure that by money or house or power. I think I've turned into the hippie I professed to be at the time. And they'll just have to take me as they find me.<BR/><BR/>One advantage of living 25000km from them - if we don't get on, we don't have to see one another ever again :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com