Reunited

Twelve days after we arrived back in the US, it was time for my 20th high school reunion.  For those of you who don’t know me, I’ll give you a little background information.

From 7th -12th grade, I attended Visitation Academy.  Viz was an all girl, private, Catholic high school located in a relatively affluent area of St. Louis.  For six years, 58 of my classmates and I studied, laughed, cried, talked (a lot), and grew together in a caring, nurturing learning environment.

I have to say in high school, I was your classic nerd.  I was the kind of nerd that existed before it was cool to be nerdy.

I wish I'd learned about the joy of waxing and plucking at this point.

I was a choir geek, the assistant editor of the yearbook, and not exactly the smartest gal in the class.  My athletic skills were (and still are) non-existent so I wasn’t on any teams.  I wasn’t popular, but I had a solid group of friends.  School was challenging, at times dramatic, but for the most part fun. 

We didn't have the cool, Glee-lke choir uniforms.  We had white shirts, black skirts, and cummerbunds. 
Twenty years later, I have to admit I was a tad apprehensive about attending my reunion.  There is a little (okay a lot) more of me now than there was back then, I’m unemployed, and am currently looking for a place to live. Fortunately, my curiosity as to what my classmates were up to outweighed my insecurities so I hopped on a plane and hoped for the best.

It was great to head to the reunion with one of my best high school friends. I can't tell you the number of pre-dance pictures we took in my parent's living room!
From the first step I took in the school, I felt like I was home. While Viz has grown and has had a little a face-lift since I graduated, it is the same place that molded me into the person I am today. 

Libby shows off our newly red Senior lockers. It's funny how the school felt the same, but many areas looked much different!
While in our reunion mass, I realized how incredibly fortunate I was to be able to have this experience and FINALLY figured out what I want to do with my life in Kentucky.  Twenty years later, I can say the all girl high school was the best fit for me!

Uniforms rocked.
My high school uniform made wardrobe decisions so easy!  Since there were no boys in class, makeup was mostly non-existent, and legs were only shaved on the weekends.  There was no pressure to out dress each other, and our wardrobe budget was CHEAP!  (I think my mom purchased me uniform skirts twice in six years.  They were very extremely durable.) 

 Uniforms made getting dressed so easy. 
We were provided many opportunities to make pleasant memories.
Viz had so many traditions that made our high school experience special.  Every year, we had field days, first Friday masses, gifts in our shoes from St. Nicholas, retreats and many more opportunities to have happy memories of the school.

We were our teachers’ kids.
The majority of our teachers cared for us, and took an active interest in our lives.  They challenged us, encouraged us, supported us, and inspired us to be the best people we could possibly be.  If they didn’t, they were gone the following year. Teachers were passionate about the subjects they taught and classes were small.  I wish I could be half the teacher they were. 

It was nice to catch up with Sister Marie Therese.

We were safe.
I never feared for my safety in High School.  Guns in school were unheard of, bomb threats were only in the movies, and we didn’t get in physical altercations.  Our biggest concerns were how we were going to get all of our work done, and what should we wear to next Friday’s mixer at the local all boy’s school.  Our physical safety was never at risk.

We’re bonded.
When you attend school for six years with the same girls, there is a lifelong bond that forms.  Thanks to social networking sites and a lovely 20th reunion book, I have been able to keep up with many of my classmates.  At dinner and the after party, we picked up chatting just like it was May of 1995. 

This was my class graduation picture in 1995.  We wore wedding dresses instead of caps and gowns. We curtsied for twelve counts and received a gold crescent moon pin before receiving our diplomas. 
This is us on an ordinary day of school.

This is the class of 1995 today!  My classmates look AMAZING! 

It was wonderful to see everyone!  I look forward to our 25th!

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