My twenty-five year high school reunion was this past weekend. Twenty-five years!
A mighty, but small group of 1992 graduates, returned to our hometown of Blacksburg, Virginia, the beautiful town in which we grew up together, with memories in hand. We went to the Homecoming football game on Friday night, where we harkened back to our Indian days by donning throwback gear, cheering on the Bruins instead of the Indians.
We picnicked at a park on Saturday afternoon and partied at the local retirement home Saturday night.
Most of us chuckled about the venue, but it was quite nice! Plus, those who attended now have a foot in the door for when the time comes. 😉
Besides, when you sprinkle together an assortment of Blacksburg High School graduates, even a small handful of 26, it will always be a good time no matter where you are. The distance of years, geography and experiences dissipate and the commonality of home and history returns to the forefront to be celebrated.
Almost everyone stayed at the party until we were kicked out, then we lingered in the lobby, followed by more chatting outside. We wrapped up the evening at a local brewery in town. Everyone talked to everyone. There may or may not have been shots of Patron late night.
Good times through and through, complete with the revelation of how many of the guys in our class had mullets our junior year.
Mullet or not, 1992 felt like the prime of life.
We were young and carefree, yet embarking on plans for our future destinations. Hair products, pegged jeans, floral dresses and stirrup pants were at the core of our fashion. Dreams to be were mere figments waiting in the wings. It was also probably the worst fashion of the century, but it felt so right at the time. Doesn’t it always? Just like the big bangs, which were suspended above girls’ foreheads, spider web-like, in claw formations and imprisoned there by vats of hairspray. The ozone rolled its eyes and groaned down at the strands of hair sculpted together.
I have not researched it, but the high school hairstyles of the late 80’s and early 90’s may very well be the single reason for any climate change we are seeing. The polar icecaps are now weeping, at the hands of the teenage girls of the 80’s and 90’s.
It could be true.
So we reminisced a little, but mostly got to know the today version of the people we knew a lot or a little bit many years ago. And, surprisingly, everyone looked almost exactly the same, minus the bangs and mullets of course.
The reunion left me on my heels about the passage of time again. I have meandered through those sentiments before, opining about how it doesn’t stop or stand still for anyone. And, here I am again, mouth agape, wondering how on Earth twenty-five years have passed through my fingers since I walked across a stage donning my blue cap and gown adorned with my blue and gold tassel.
I will take it though! Time is good. It provides evidence of life lived and offers promise of what is to come.
I hope the rest of the 200 or so members of the graduating class of 1992 will come together next time! I know I speak for the other twenty-five reunion attendees when I say: I hope to see you all in five years!
XO and Journey on to your high school reunion!
The Ozone Layer
The ozone layer is a region of the Earth’s stratosphere, which contains high concentrations of ozone, a bluish gas. The ozone absorbs most of the sun’s ultraviolet radiation. Without the ozone, life on Earth would be destroyed by the sun.
Ozone is created and perpetuated by ultraviolet radiation. When an ozone molecule is hit by an ultraviolet ray, it falls apart generating free oxygen and an oxygen atom that mixes with another free oxygen to form more ozone. Through this cycle, the ozone absorbs most UV radiation.
Some chemicals interfere with the cycle, which reduces the amount of ozone in the stratosphere. Chlorofluorocarbons are the worst offenders. They are usually found in aerosol sprays and refrigerants, but are now mostly banned.
The reduction of the ozone levels have caused a thinning layer above Antarctica that is known as the ozone hole. It increased in size in the 1980s and 90s, but has stabilized. (See! My theory about high school girl hairspray has merit! 😉 ).