Admittedly we didn’t really plan. But that being said, only four of us showed up for our ten year class reunion? It was slightly disappointing, considering that earlier in the day there were at least 8 old classmates that happened to bump into each other on a street corner during the Threshing Days festivities.
Even though the turnout wasn’t exactly at 100%, I still had a great time. I’ve been out of the area for a couple of years now, and somewhat disconnected from the Goessel world for even longer than that. It was great to catch up with some of the people who knew what other people were up to these days. It was a great time to tell some stories and reminisce about the good ol’ days. (am I really old enough to say that? oh well.) We spent the night simply sitting around chatting and telling stories. Eventually my dad, the Goessel art teacher who we all had in school, stopped by the park and joined in on the conversation. He even wound up telling some of the ghost stories about Goessel High School that he’s accumulated over the years. By far the highlight of the night was the video.
Back in 5th grade, that would be 1992, my dad had the foresight to sit all of us 5th graders down and have us predict what we would be doing by the time that we graduated in 1999. Well, in 1999, on the day of graduation, he got most of us to sit down and make predictions for ten years from then. All of this was on video tape. So I put it together on a DVD and brought the footage out to the park to enjoy. It was an almost surreal blast from the past to see our childhood selves, buck-teeth, squeaky voices, bad haircuts and all, predicting the future. Some of us were actually pretty close. The most salient prediction came from the last person on the tape, Corbin. He said something to the effect of, “oh man, ten years from now, that’s awful scary. I could be married, I could have a kid, or I could be living on my own. I just hope I’m doing alright.” There’s something beautifully profound in that.
I think I’ll take that as my prediction for the next ten years.
Maybe we’ll plan an 11 year reunion. And this time we’ll do it right and not use facebook!