Surviving High School

For some reason I have ended up on an email list for people planning my high school reunion next summer. This is funny to me because I was not one of the popular people then. But somehow now I've slipped through the ropes and gotten into the club. It's enough to make me believe in democracy after all.

Last night I went to an obligatory driver's ed meeting at Celia's high school. As we stood in line to enter the auditorium, memories came rushing back. I thought about the cliques, the snubs, the constant measuring of one's self against an ideal that probably does not and never will exist. Maybe democracy is a myth. Maybe I haven't gotten over high school after all.