Today I emailed to refuse the invite to my Matric class's reunion in Sept this year.
Everything in me wanted not to go.
Perhaps I should sketch in some background -
My Mom's "great idea" - to send me to her alma mater - oh dear heaven!
So, after Std 8 (Grade 10), leaving all my friends behind, sob sob - I was sent off to this new school - the one thats having the reunion now.
To say I was an unwilling and ungracious member of that school for the 3 years I was there would be an understatement.
I was mad with my parents, with my classmates, the teachers, with life.
I was probably a kingsized pain in the butt for everyone.
Make that, definitely . . .
And now, tahdaaaaah!
An invite to look all those girls in the face again and remember just what an ungracious pain I was
I was all set to wimp out
Letter typed and everything.
Photos of family attached, the works.
And then, I just couldn't send it.
I realised it would be SO cowardly.
So I wrote accepting.
Its done -
And maybe, just maybe, it'll be fun.
I mean - we last saw each other when we were 17
We are now 67!
That could be a promising situation for fun