The Reunion I Did Not Attend

Highschool is a time of joy for some.  Not for me.  With the appearance of the film BULLY I am reminded it is not for everyone.  Maybe not for anyone.  Do those who do the bullying feel remorse years later.   I doubt it. 

My 50th highschool reunion just came and went.  I flirted briefly with returning to the scene of the crime(s) of the heart where I suffered while others enjoyed. Yes, I was deeply unhappy.  I was not ugly nor fat nor stupid.  My sin was that I wanted another life — a theatre life that did not include the world around me at that time.  Did they see me as a snob? a misfit?  a crazy person?

In the end I got in touch with three people from my class whom I enjoyed talking to several years before…..and feel I might still enjoy speaking with.  They are doing interesting activities.  Sometimes more interesting than my own. 

Is there life after highschool?  I used to pray there was.  Now I know life only really begins after highschool where the fields are wider, the wing spread is greater, and flight is possible in the wide heavens.


About christineemmert

Words have been part of my life. First the spoken word in my time as an actress and increasingly the written word in my shift to writer. I write across the genres, but mostly as a playwright and poet. My interest as my life extends is in the realm of tethering myth to the mundane reality where I live. In this vein I have expanded into stories and novels. Presently I look at how myths taken from past cultures can affect us today. Hence my novella of Lilith which is out on Kindle . I live in the Eastern Woodlands where I try to incorporate nature into my many writing projects. We are so in danger of losing that link to our very planet!
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