30 People Reveal The Most Surprising Transformations They’ve Seen From Former Classmates At High School Reunions
Even if you loved your four years of high school, receiving an invitation to your class reunion can be stressful — and that's to say the least! The whole event usually runs the gamut from exciting to nerve-wracking, tempting even the most successful people to skip all the uncomfortable emotions that bubble to the surface. You know, the sadness of aging, the longing for those rebellious days of your youth, and the tremendous worry of facing the old you.
But out of morbid curiosity or a craving for drama that happens at these spectacles, many of us inevitably attend. Then feel extremely surprised by just how much things have changed. So several Reddit users invited the Ask Reddit community to open up about the most amazing and completely shocking transformations they’ve witnessed at their high school reunions.
Former classmates and teachers immediately jumped to the comments section to chime in with their stories. From people turning out exactly how others expected to folks proudly shedding their poor reputations, we’ve gathered some of the best responses to share with you. So continue scrolling to read these entertaining stories, as well as find our interview with social psychologist Dr. Laura Martocci. Then be sure to upvote your favorite ones and let us know how your recent reunions went in the comments below!
Psst! If you’re interested in even more spicy changes people saw in their ex-classmates, take a look at our previous piece right here.
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A student of mine went through a really tough time. His dad was actually convicted [criminal] during his time at school, which sent the mom in to a sort of apathetic depression. I walked him to trial, I testified, I was in close contact with his therapist and social services.
He's now a year from taking his masters in software engineering and he has a baby on the way. He's really happy and his wife is the sweetest you'll ever meet.
He told me that I was his role model for parenting. Made me cry. Like ugly, snot, can't breathe-crying. I wish him all the luck in the world. He's gonna be a great dad :)
Not a teacher, but I went to my ten year reunion. Back in highschool we had a kid who has aspergers and was a little weird. He was, however, amazing at the yo-yo, having picked one up during middle school when we had that yo-yo trick assembly. After everyone else had stopped walking the dog in 8th grade, this guy was doing more and more elaborate tricks every day during lunch. He was bullied and teased but he continued doing what he loved.
So, at our ten year reunion, people from every strata of high school popularity was there, including this guy. He was his same old self, but more confident. I asked him if he still yo-yos, and he busted out his custom made titanium yo-yo that he said he made on a CNC lathe. He then starts to do some tricks and a large crowd gathered around. It was quite the show, he had gotten very good. When he finished, people clapped and cheered, and even the jockiest dudes from back in the day fist bumped him and told him how badass he was.
The most amazing transformation was everyone else. Nobody teased him for being who he was anymore, they now admired him for being so passionate about something.
The whole purpose of high school reunions is to have a good time, give former classmates a chance to reconnect, and reminisce about the days they spent together. But even if they are planned with the best intentions, attending them often goes hand in hand with a myriad of different challenges. Aside from the financial and logistical problems that arise for people who spread their wings and move away to bigger adventures, there are also psychological issues.
To find out more about what’s going through our minds when we ruminate on whether or not to attend our high school reunion, we reached out to social psychologist Dr. Laura Martocci. She is a renowned author of Bullying: The Social Destruction of Self and the founder of The Emotion Spa. This project aims to address the stresses and emotional suffering lodged in our bodies by offering personalized emotion-health services, including meditations, expressive writing prompts, and strategizing work with victims of bullying.
After 20 years of working with bullying, she often meets people feeling anxious about attending their reunion, so she happily shared some insights about the worries we feel when we think about attending this event. According to Dr. Laura, anxiety is a trigger response to the question: "Am I good enough?"
I was a victim of bullying throughout my school years and I did go to the reunion. I had to. I was curious. I'm 40+ now. It was oddly satisfying to see some of the most popular girls and most prominent enemies of mine having turned into fat, ugly, divorced single moms. On the other hand, no one recognized me. I turned into an attractive, slim, fit, glasses free, career oriented, childfree woman enjoying dating life and lots of travel. 😁 F**k you all.
I agree. It happens at such a young age and has influence in all you do. The cruelty (there is not other word) is horrible.
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Bullying sucks but I think the OP’s statements attaching value to weight, wearing glasses and martial status makes her sound like an AH. If she had said something like “my bullies are now miserable with their lives and I am happy and living my best life” that would be one thing but for all she knows these “fat, ugly single moms” may also be happy . If she thinks that being fat, divorced and a single mom (who also wears glasses) means someone is a failure..well she sounds like a bully to me.
To be fair, the bullies likely assigned value to those things first. A lot of bullying in school is based on appearance, and value is measured in how pretty you are and who and if you have a romantic partner. It makes sense to laugh that they no longer have any of those things.
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If you were truly happy you wouldn't be celebrating the misfortune of your "enemies".
Yes, it’s petty and looks like this person still lots of personal issues to deal with.
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Turned into divorced single moms? What's wrong with that? Seriously. I'm confused.
There's nothing wrong with that. There is, however, something very wrong with OP.
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Spoken like someone who doesn't know what it's like to be absolutely tormented to the point of developing complex PTSD by bullies.
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Sounds like she's the bully now.. judging them on their looks, marital status, and if they have kids... Not cool. Especially at the age she is.
How sad that you have to perpetuate fat shaming to feel good about yourself.
Not sure how i feel about this. Bullying sucks, absolutely! But to be 40 and wish people bad in life, im not really a fan of that. Kids dont really know much better, adults do. Just be happy with you're life and move on.
I was bullied growing up and frankly a lot of them eventually became my friends and apologized for it. The others I still ignore.
In high school my daughter was administered a career aptitude test by her high school counselor who advised her to go into “custodial services”, or basically become a janitor. Nothing wrong with that but not exactly reaching for the stars. Her school friends teased her but 4 degrees later and a great job at Google meant she didn’t let the system predict her future for her.
What I find alarming now, about this thread, is all the armchair therapists weighing in, with judgement, under the guise of concern, regarding the original posters current mental state. For all any of us know, they are in therapy and maybe their observations and writing about the high school reunion's past bullies, were exercises for recognizing that it is in the past. Writing about it and their feelings might be a way to rid themselves of the negative emotions attached to it. We just don't know. Even happy people experience negative emotions sometimes. Some commenter's reaction to the OP smacks of just a different level of bullying. Shaming, critiquing, dissecting (whatever you call it) the person because of how they expressed and framed their experience because it doesn't fit with your logic and definition of a mentally healthy way of doing so, seems a bit narrow sighted. Denying it doesn't make it any less true.
I'm pretty sure fat shaming is not something a therapist tells you to do to move on. Not one with a real license anyway.
Load More Replies... Yup! I was bullied till grade 8. Then moved away. Years later at a big get together, I saw so many people that are the "losers" now. I grew up pretty. They are still inside ugly.
Their life sounds miserable to you but being single, more than likely socially unattractive, childless and only thing you have is your career, sounds miserable to them. Perspective.........maybe some therapy earlier we have saved your whole life from being a reflection of how you were treated as a kid. I hope you find something that truly makes you happy.
While I love that you are enjoying your life now, calling your classmates fat and ugly, as well as shaming them for being single moms, is really mean as those people are probably struggling and having a really tough time. Just because they were the source of your hardships doesn't mean you get to shame theirs. But I'm glad you are enjoying your life!
So you are happy at others misery. Makes you as bad as they were to you. Possible worse since they were children and you are an adult who should no better.
What does wearing glasses have to do with anything ? I wear glasses because I can't see , are you saying glasses are unattractive? Sorry but I don't like this one very much
I think the point you seemed to have missed, was her CLASSMATES thought glasses were ugly. The same way mine called me four eyes.
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Childfree people always paint this stark contrast to elevate themselves over others they consider inferior. Like, I'm happy you're doing better, but please do better as a human being too.
Furthermore, the responses to being fat, losing looks and being a single parent I STILL celebrate your success ! F@@@ em all I'm proud of you!
We have to take her word she was a victim of "bullying" but by her words here she's coming across as an AH. I'm not so sure that EVERYONE as a kid didn't experience some type of "bullying" if that's what we've decided to call it.
Yes, we have to take everyone's word that writes in. You may feel that EVERYONE got bullied as a kid. As someone that caught c**p for 12 long, frickin years. There are "degrees" of bullying, as there are in most things in life. I'd wager your degree of bullying was on the lower end of the scale. And before you say you think 12 years is likely an exaggeration, it wasn't. Every year, every grade... And I didn't even include Kindergarten, that would be 13. It shouldn't be up to anybody but the recipient to decide what bullying is, how long it lasted, or what the aftereffects were.
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I'm so pleased for you, for those giving you negative comments weren't bullied. Easy!
I was bullied by the popular girls too. Didn't fit in with the jocks, the druggies, the geeks or freaks. I was voted least likely to succeed. Even my career counselor said I would never have a really good job and I should look into line work or food service. At 55, I'm single, have a Mistress in Database technology and am regarded as one of the best in my field. Every so often, I social media stalk my bullies. None of them have careers and are dependent on the jerks they married. I actually feel sorry for them
Um, nowhere in that post does it say that she is lonely or lacks a man. And there is nothing wrong with choosing a career over having a family. And calling her a "prostitute" is disgusting.
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I’m friends with a lot of teachers (my mom is a teacher, so it just happens). So this isn’t my story, but a friend’s.
The story that always got me was of a autistic boy that dropped out of high school. He was miserable, depressed, and lonely.
Fast forward a few years and he got a job in a factory, working in an assembly line, doing the exact same thing all day every day.
And you know what? He loved it. He told my friend that he was happy to finally be doing something with his life, that he’d finally found something he could do, no matter how small, and he felt like he was a part of something that was bigger than him.
I have never met him personally, but I think of him often.
Never ever look down on someone who does what to some people is a soul-destroying job as they are just as important as doctors. Here endeth my sermon.
I'd probably fall in to this category.
I entered high school with a positive outlook and love for the school my mom and grandma went to, but that quickly turned to a c**p shoot. They dropped all the classes I wanted to take (shop, auto... etc) had 40+ kids per class that were unmanageable and we were entering the entitled kid era of everyone gets away with everything. At the same time I was diagnosed with ADHD, moderate to severe depression and anxiety. After freshman year I failed every class but journalism my sophomore year. Somehow my journalism teacher thought I should be recognized for my writing potential (and this had to be backed with support by at least 2 other faculty??) But other than that I was failing everything. In the middle of my junior year I was passing Japanese class with 100% and that's it. I went to the advisors to ask about modifications for attention deficit and they told me they would put me in special ed. I told them hell no because the content was too easy. (Anyone familiar with ADHD knows that uninteresting content makes it *harder* to focus, which is why I was doing very well in the classes I enjoyed and failing the rest.) So mid-junior year my depression got the best of me and I skipped school to sleep all day. I dropped out and went to an ALC where it only got worse. 1/4 way through what would have been my senior year I caught a huge bout of depression and quit altogether, as I was only awake then for ~4 hours each day. After a few months I began an adult learning program for my GED, and other than math (which I had repeatedly failed and so never made it passed geometry in high school) I scored in the top 10%. In other words, I basically fell off the face of the earth and just skated by with the minimum. Lost my social life in the process.
Now, almost 10 years later I'll be graduating in may with an A.A.S. and technical certificate in CNC machining. I stand at the top of my program, serve as the student representative on my program's advisory committee, have an honors GPA with an invitation to Phi Theta Kappa and run the school's machine tool club. I also currently have 100% in my applications of quantitative reasoning (math) class. And I have guest-taught some of the programs CAD/CAM class. I'll be only the second person in my paternal family to hold an associates degree. And I'm the first and only female machinist at my company.
Great going!!! Good on ya, for not giving up, continuing to learn, and expanding your abilities. Please share your story with others who may need a real life role model. Congratulations!
This spectacle undoubtedly makes us worried about leaving the wrong impression or worse, embarrassing ourselves in front of our high school friends and foes. "Reunions bring together classmates who have (and we expect will, once again) judge us," Dr. Laura told Bored Panda. Some of the questions we often ask ourselves include "Will others (finally) see me whole, for who I am (and who I always had the potential to be)?" and "Will they see that I belong?"
The psychologist pointed out that "they" can usually be named. "'Others' are often an individual whose opinion mattered (and embarrassingly, still matters) to us. Or a group we feel the need to redeem ourselves to," she explained. "Recognize that deciding to 'go for it,' then not having the opportunity to confront the source of your anxiety, may make the whole reunion-thing feel anticlimactic. Armed with this knowledge, why not pro-actively engage former classmates you didn’t really know, and turn the tables on your nervous dis-ease?"
In high school I was pretty good friends with a guy that was a bit overweight, about 6'4", really smart and a bit nerdy. Lost track of him after high school but saw him at our ten year reunion. He was the talk of the reunion. Still tall, lost all the weight and was in great shape, had long hair like Fabio and was a doctor. He showed up with a beautiful wife. He gave us his contact info and invited us to Atlanta to stay with him in his huge house.
After the reunion I tried to get in touch. Contact info didn't work, and thru some sleuthing I found out he was neither married nor a doctor. He was still in good shape, can't fake that, but faked everything else.
Going to post my Mom's story because she doesn't have an account. She was a home economics teacher and specifically she had one class called "Relationship Psychology" where every day to start the class she would read through that cheesy "Dear Abby" newspaper advice column to talk with the class on how they would respond to the problem. One day ahead of class she noticed that a letter published talked about a kid who sounded a lot like a student in her class and was located in our hometown (they always end the letter with a name and city and my Mom was always very involved with her students and their personal lives). The letter talked about a kid who was terrified of going to college and how he got rejected from all the school's he wanted to go to, had no self-confidence, abusive father, money problems, that he would lose all his close friends, couldn't stand the idea of leaving his disabled Mother, and that he felt enormous pressure as a 1st gen college student and had ultimately decided not to go to college at all. She read it to the class and they discussed and she could tell the boy in her class was very uncomfortable.
After class she asked him about it and it was in fact a letter written by him. He never thought it would get published and responded to by the Dear Abby column and was super embarrassed. He (like most students) never even knew what the Dear Abby column was until they took her class. Afterwards she talked through everything with him and talked with his Mother and evaluated his options on how best to approach college. She taught him finances, loans, scholarship options, his Mom's condition, and everything and got him to a place where he felt better about his future.
4 years later the kid ended up being the speaker at his college graduation of over 7,000 kids, met his wife at college, all of his groomsmen, and got a killer job through his career fair on campus before graduating. She flew out and attended as he invited her.
Was always blown away by that.
A former student of mine grew up in an ultra-conservative Christian home. He and his siblings were never allowed to socialize with other students during lunch and recess. Whenever they had free time at school they had to read their Bibles. In science class they were forbidden to learn about evolution. Every essay, short story, personal narrative, and poem he wrote for me involved some kind of Christian theme. When he graduated, he immediately enrolled in a big seminary in our area and that was the last I heard of him until his class invited me to their 10 year reunion. This same kid showed up with sleeve tattoos, piercings everywhere, slamming beer after beer after beer and smoking like a locomotive! When I asked what he was doing now, he responded he currently was a bouncer at a strip club.
This does beg the question, however, why do we care about impressing people we knew years ago in the first place? Dr. Laura explained that this stems from the fact that the real challenge we face in high school is defining ourselves in the social arena. "Our primary identity is no longer 'Keisha and Marc’s child,' but 'Jordie’s friend.' Or 'member of the skate club.'"
"The need to belong, to be included and have a social identity, is hardwired into our brain," she added. "We are social animals. Social failure—not being 'good enough'—threatens our psychological well-being, and imprints us physically and neurologically."
A kid from my high school started a facebook group and began organizing our 10 year reunion. He booked a venue, sent out RSVPs, and started collecting $25 for tickets to the event. About two weeks before it was supposed to go down we found out that he never booked anything and was pocketing everyone’s money. Also found out he had a warrant out for his arrest in another state. Pretty epic.
Not a teacher, but there was a guy who was the stereotypical jock in high school. Very unemotional, stoic, etc.
Then he went into the military and got PTSD. Now he is a hippy and psychotherapist.
Had a student with a very depressing home life who just listened to conservative talk radio and was angry all the time. He had mobility issues and was so frustrated with everything, like he could just explode at any minute. Honestly, he would around school shouting about Obama was the "Great Deceiver" and once gave a Nazi salute at lunch.
You could tell by talking to him that he was an amazing, caring, brilliant kid. It was trapped under all this b******t. The kid I knew would have loved Trump just to trigger the libtards.
He moved across the country, works at a camp helping troubled teens, and does stand-up comedy where he takes all of the ideas he heard over thousands of hours of right wing radio hate and flips the concepts on their heads.
Dr. Laura continued to explain that our overwhelming desire to belong and fear of facing exclusion affects us in three different ways. "Psychologically, belittling labels and rejection become integrated into our self-story ('they are probably right, I am…'). Exclusion shrivels our soul, and affects how we act in the world."
"Physically, the shameful feelings brought on by invisibility or social humiliation are unresolved, and remain alive and well in our bodies," she said, asking you to wonder about the reason anxiety around attending instantly floods you. Lastly, it affects us neurologically. "We experience rejection (social pain) in the same way we experience physical pain. Pain lays down pathways in our brain, and in high school, our brains are still developing. Because we are impressionable, many more pathways get laid down."
Not a teacher, but I've noticed at my reunions that most of the cool kids peaked in high school.
Sadly, they're still reliving those glory days many years later, while those (OK, like me) who were nerds in school have continued to grow since. And not just around the waist.
It's the "cool kids turned fat and boring" that seem to be the ones wanting to organise reunions - peak too soon guys?
Not a teacher, but...
Was at school with one girl, very geeky, very exuberant, she was in all the school drama productions, and she would tell everyone that she was going to be a famous actress some day. We were like, yeah, whatever, no-one from little old New Zealand ever cracks that level of fame these days.
She's been the female lead in a number of movies now, alongside people like Woody Harrelson, Ewan McGregor, Courtney B Vance, Mark Rylance, to name a few. I actually got to be on stage with her in a school production, so she is my ticket in to six degrees of Kevin Bacon!
Used to have this one kid in my art class in senior high who treated it like one of those "easy to pass" classes.
He was a big guy, much bigger than the other students, and he'd use his size and strength to bully other kids. The smaller ones, he was a little b***h underneath it all.
He would draw guns and crosses in his art book with pseudo-gangster sayings like "live by da gun, die by da gun", and "F**k da police". You get the idea.
Come reunion time, which was some 5 years later, he's found a girl who really reined him in and, kind of like a hunter taming a wolf, really turned him into a good man.
They had a baby boy, and he's a responsible father and does yoga on the rocks by the beach. Complete 180. I do think he was a good guy underneath it all, he just needed direction from someone who could break down his walls.
Another key aspect that makes us hesitate to attend our reunion is how much we have changed as a person since our teenage years. "We want to finally rid ourselves of uncomfortable feelings by returning in triumph, as a success, and be recognized as such," the psychologist explained. "Sadly, achievements that go unnoticed call out feelings of rejection and not being good enough all over again."
My mother’s latest high school reunion had a woman arrive who was in the yearbook as “Michael”. Apparently at middle age, when his 17 year old son came out as gay he told his wife he wanted to be a woman because the timing seemed right. Divorced. Transitioned. She seemed happy though!
A previous student of mine grew up in a horrible home situation. This individual was really smart and I did my best to help them apply/receive many scholarships and grants, and eventually went to an ivy league school to get away from their abusive home life. They made it big and I mean BIG - big time millionaire. Made their family jealous but in the end their hard work paid off. It was great to see and I was so proud of what they'd become.
Edit: The best thing was seeing them break the chain. The family had problems going back numerous generations and to see this generation change was all worth it.
I went to elementary school with a boy that bullied me and several others mercilessly. I’ve repressed (I think that’s the correct word) several of the memories but I still have one of him rolling pickles in the dirt outside and throwing them at me. He broke my glasses a few times too. He didn’t seem to have the best home life, never did his homework, and could barely read in fifth grade. I moved after sixth grade so that was the last I heard of him.
Nowadays he’s engaged to a girl we grew up with (who is the daughter of one of my father’s friends) and from the outside, they seem to have the purest love for each other. I remember him always having a crush on her, and she’s in love with him. He graduated from a good college early and is in a very reputable law school. It truly looks like he turned his life around and I’m honestly quite happy for him. A lot of people think I’m crazy for being happy for him given what hell he put me through as a child, but I know he had to work hard to get to where he is now and had to gain the insight to do that work.
Interestingly, being surrounded by people from school can even make us act like our old selves again. "When others position us in their stories, we are assigned our old roles. And when there is no reason for them to reposition and redefine us, we slip into the same old emotion-dances." However, Dr. Laura stressed that we hate ourselves for doing it. "Old patterns not only renew feelings of shame, but they also compound them: we should not be feeling or acting this way. But because we are, we turn on ourselves, and negative self-judgments ooze into our psyche."
"Before beating ourselves up too badly, we should recall that neural pathways and 'stimulus-response patterns' have a lot to do with how easily we slip back into old emotion-dances." Luckily for us, the good news is that by putting in the work, we can create alternative pathways, Dr. Laura said.
I taught biology and this one student who was really smart but hung out with a bunch of bad apples. Like they made fun of him for getting straight A's so much that he would purposely try to score lower so he would fit in more. I pulled him aside and laid it out to him like WTF are you doing! Your so called friends are all jealous of your skills and intellect so don't waste it to impress people who don't give a f**k about you! Yes broke professionalism by cursing and gave him the raw details because this guy was just that smart! He waved me down at his reunion and told me he was accepted into the Sophie Davis Duo BS/MD program! I wasn't the only one to yell at him but I like to think I helped push him to not be a burnout like his "friends"
Misery loves company. If it can’t find any, it tries its hardest to create some. Kudos to the teacher for pointing out how smart the kid is, and warning him against allowing non-friends to influence him to stop being a winner and to ruin his life, just because they’re a bunch of miserable losers who are too stupid and worthless to succeed themselves.
Not a teacher, but I went to my twentieth about five years ago. The woman organizing the event was in my class since 3rd grade, and was always bright, intelligent, charming and pretty. She was very active in high school and by all counts had a very bright future. Speaking to her at the reunion, it seemed that had happened for her. We talked about her self help/life coaching company and how they are growing and doing great. I asked her to send me more information when I got home (which is on the other side of the country). I got an email from her introducing me to her west coast partner who’s email was from the url esplosangeles.com which I thought sounded very contrary to what I was expecting. A quick look at their web site had me immediately worried and a short google later I saw that they are an off shoot of the NXIVM cult that has been all over the news. The woman I was talking to, that I knew since age 8 was Lauren Salzman, who just this week plead guilty to holding two s*x slaves locked in a room for two years. She was trying to recruit me and basically everyone at the reunion into NXIVM! I noped right out of that email conversation and have been watching everything unfold for the last five years. They are all looking at some serious jail time now.
I’m a middle school teacher of over ten years so some of my students are high school and college graduates at this point. I’m happy to say that a good number of them have reached out to me to share life stories and updates.
The one student that comes to mind was confidentially suicidal from a broken home with identity issues. She came to me for help and we found spoken word poetry as an outlet for her emotions, anxiety and discovery of self-worth. She is currently returning to school to finish her associates degree and she was the first in her family to graduate HS. I get updates from her on my birthday each year. She still writes and performs spoken word poetry in her spare time.
If you want to better prepare yourself for meeting your old classmates, Dr. Laura mentioned in her blog post on Psychology Today that it’s important to stay honest with yourself about the occasion. "Expect that old cliques will re-cohere; that the in-crowd will hang out together and catch up with each other," she wrote. "Having reconnected, some former classmates might peel off, mingle, and move beyond the old crowd. Might. Are you open to however this might play out?"
Moreover, you should recognize that you may find yourself in the middle of an emotional flashback. This can make it challenging to connect with former peers, although they may experience similar feelings as well. After all, only a few people have breezily moved through high school without any uncomfortable memories. "Remember that high school was, at that time, your whole world, and any negative experience rocked it. After the reunion, you will go home to a different world, a world in which these memories are only a part of your self-story. Keep this in mind. It will help keep any rising emotions in perspective. (And remember to breathe!)"
I have a few. One guy was this star pupil. Smart handsome athletic everything. Dating the head cheerleader. Some hallmark movie s**t. They leave go off to college and nobody thinks it’ll go wrong. Come 10 years later, she divorced him, was given the House his late grandfather built in the divorce, and lived there with her new lover while he was in a hotel. 10 year reunion happens, he’s deathly skinny and depressed. Sees the school, remembers the memories he had, goes home after reunion and [and takes his own life]. Leaving behind 2 little girls. His ex got chased out of the community last year. Death threats against her and her lover. She’s trying to get in contact with people now because the lover took her money and fled back to the Philippines and she’s homeless now
"Scenes from an Italian Restaurant" by Billy Joel. Brenda and Eddie.
I was a huge a*****e in highschool to all of my teachers and was a regular in detention. I even pissed one teacher off so bad that he exploded and told me I would never amount to anything in life. He was also my volleyball coach so I got on his nerves often. After high school I was planning on joining the military to try to find direction in life but applied for college instead since my grades were half decent. Got into Penn State and joined ROTC and am now a graduate of an aerospace engineering degree and attending pilot training as a 2lt. Went back to visit and that teacher was shocked.
A lot of high achievers are assholes because they don't know they're high achievers and everything frustrates the hell out of them. They go through adolescence in a chaotic rage.
One kid grew up to be "that" guy, treading the line between jolly neckbeard and somewhat scary incel. I saw him after a full 12 years had passed.
The worst part is, he was one of the most popular and socially adjusted kids in school. Always invited to parties, girls always trying to spend time with him, he'd always get away with absurd things in school because even the teachers liked him. He was just really funny and naturally charismatic. Not to mention fit and handsome.
However, he was strictly religious so he never had s*x with any girls. A few years after graduation, he became an atheist (or just agnostic?), but by this time he had a dead-end job at a supermarket, had gained weight and was obsessed with Dragon Ball Z because he related to "unleashing his true power".
So he spent like 5 years desperately messaging girls from HS, trying to say "hey I can have s*x now", but he was just not that attractive anymore and his social skills had deteriorated tremendously. He was rejected by every single girl that was pining over him just a few years ago, in high school.
He ended up publicly coming out as a "proud incel" 2 years before the reunion, in a post where he "declared war" on women and socially adjusted men. He often posted about being a virgin and how Christianity basically made him an incel because he missed out every chance for s*x he ever had.
So at the reunion, he came wearing a white t-shirt with the words "F**k you". He'd walk up to now-married women that he had previously solicited and just smirked silently, waiting for them to read the shirt. He was thrown out by the venue after about 40 minutes since so many people complained of his creepy behaviour.
The psychologist stressed that whatever you feel is legitimate. "It is simply a reflection of how social dynamics have affected you. As knee-jerk as they feel, your responses can, with work, be interrupted. You can make choices about how you go forward. Saying 'no—I was unhappy in those hallways and I don’t want to revisit them' is a healthy response, perhaps even a first step, and you should not feel guilty about making it," Dr. Laura concluded.
Real good friend of mine in high school was really smart but liked drugs a bit too much. Nothing major, just weed, but back then it was considered a Big Deal.
After high school I went into the military and he joined his dad's biker "club" and started running drugs and other unsavory things. He did a short stint in prison (not jail) and when he got out he moved, disowned his dad, and tried to fly straight. But it just didn't take. He fell off the wagon and even though he didn't turn back to crime, he couldn't keep a job and became homeless.
How do I know all of this? When we had to put my mom into a nursing home we had an estate sale. Tony's (yes, that's his real name) mom was there. I asked about him and she broke down in tears. Apparently it had been almost a decade since anyone had asked about him or cared enough to see how he was doing. She said he's still homeless and living (as far as she knew) in the same city I live in. I tried to find him even though I wasn't sure if I'd be able to help or what kind of trouble I was setting myself up for, but I couldn't locate him.
Hope you do find him and can help him. Even more, I hope he has come right himself.
I didn’t go to my 20th, but saw the list of dead people. I tried to look them up in my yearbook, but shockingly, every single one of the 7-8 people were in the “no picture” section, which was maybe 5% of the class. So either the yearbook cast a curse, or there’s some correlation between not being able/not wanting to take a yearbook picture and dying young.
They may not have been in the yearbook cause they couldn't afford their senior photos. Poverty may have followed them into adulthood, too.
Not a teacher, but still a story of how my good friend, J, transformed into a better human.
I met J in highschool. He was 15/16 i was 18/19. Whilst he was a lot younger then, he behaved a lot older than he was so it never bothered me. He was a mess of a human though. By 15 he was kicked out of 3 schools, smoked weed all day everyday. I believe he had run ins with the police, but I'm not 100% sure. This went on until after I left our hometown for university.
He had this gift though, the gift of the gab (for those who don't understand, he's a fantastic conversationalist). He was incredibly outgoing, handsome (think tall Danish blonde dude) and could connect with just about anyone. If we went to a party, I would send him in first for 10 minutes, then join and meet the people he met.
I can't recall how much education he actually completed. I think he just finished his highschool, but dropped out of college. Despite this, he managed to land a job as a business rep (or something, business makes little sense to me) by literally walking into his interview, telling the interviewer his education didn't matter because he knew exactly how to sell s**t. He got the job, and now he travels around the world for work selling his company's product.
He still is a mess of a human to my own definition, but at least he seems to have found a purpose, and I am so proud of him.
He has a good friend in you. And maybe, then a role model, but that's up to him.
Not a teacher, but here's a story: I avoided my high school reunion but because I didn't attend, I was contacted by an old friend who had hoped to see me there. While catching up, he asked if I had heard what happened to my old bully and gave me a few minutes to google the lady.
The first google hit was about her being arrested for having sex with a student. I laughed my a*s off until I read that she was employed at a middle school. I stopped laughing and started calling my family. My sister told me that when she was a sophomore, my bully's brother confided in her that the kids in their family were routinely sexually abused by their extremely "religious" father.
Basically, in twenty minutes I went from not remembering that this girl existed, to remembering how shitty she treated me, to feeling schadenfreude at her failures, then utter repulsion and disgust, then heartbreak and sadness at the cycle of abuse. I would have rather just carried on not remembering that she existed.
Not the teacher, and not the full "school reunion" either - I'm not sure if those even still happen since facebook is a thing?
But a group I hung out with of nerds like me in high school wanted to get back together and play death match Quake - LAN party style like we did as kids. I'm effectively a loser with no social life and I'm scared of people, but this I thought I could handle, so I went.
They ask me to pick up "Joe" on the way to the party. And I do.
Joe was out of shape when we were kids, like a pudgy kid, that was all that was really 'wrong' with him. He was smart, well kept, and rich as f**k - like dad owned a restaurant franchise rich. Not like one of the locations, like, the entire company.
We always had the parties at his house.
We didn't bring our own computers, cause he just had basically a lab we all played at.
So I was a bit curious why we weren't repeating something like that. Not that I cared, I have my own lab (not rich though) so we could have all had a computer. But we went to another dude's house, and who cares, everyone brings a laptop now anyhow...
Anyways, pick up "Joe" from a really sketchy looking house. Really surprised.
Dude comes out of the place really really big and really really dirty looking. Clothes were dirty and tattered. Looked like he had dirt in his greasy hair, and he had to be 300 or 350 pounds. He was big. Hardly fit in my car.
Almost immediately he tells me his dad died. Then he ran the company into the ground, gambled away most of the money, invested it in stupid things, etc. And basically he tells me inside of a car ride how he blew something ridiculous like 100 million bucks. Whole thing made me sick and sad.
Unfortunate that his father never taught him about finances. It's not naturally inherent, it's learned. That's why so many lottery winners end up bankrupt.
So my high school reunion is actually coming up in a few months (10 yr), and while I now live about six hundred miles away and have no interest in going back home to "check up on the hometown homies", I still have a few friends around there. I also got invited to the event on Facebook, so it's also very interesting to see what's going on.
Highlights of those attending: Our class president is the only one who didn't develop a serious drug problem and/or rack up a triple digit body count among the women who are involved. Of the men... well, they're has-beens trying to relive the glory days. As for where they are in life, think like the "inspiring stories of millennial homeowners" who actually had their parents buy the house in their kid's name. They also tend to go on rants about hard work and dedication... the irony is always rich with them.
Highlights of those not going: We have jobs, we actually take care of our kids, and as a bonus a few of our formerly nerdy classmates got in shape but kept their proclivity for CS. I don't believe our valedictorian is attending, because he's off doing groundbreaking stuff with his biotech degree from MIT. A few of those not attending are practicing MDs, two are surgeons.
As for me, I'm still a little salty all this time later that everybody saw fit to prescribe Jesus for schizophrenia (the Bible belt) and discouraged me from seeking formal treatment until I had a complete breakdown in college. Then again, in the face of all the adversity I have faced (there's more), I have written books, made some great friends, worked some very fulfilling jobs, gone back to college, gotten married and got two stepdaughters out of the deal who consider me more of a Dad than their own biological fathers ever were. Maybe not a shining example of success, but I think I'm doing pretty damn good considering the handicap.
I had enough of high school when I was there. I'm perfectly content to be passively petty and internally laugh at those who failed despite all the advantages given to them.
And this is why I refuse to attend any of my high school reunions. I have nothing in common with any of them and the drama just isn’t worth it.
I went to an all girl's boarding school. This one particular hostel supervisor had been working there since she was 22 and has been there for nearly 40 years so she has definitely seen a lot.
Our school's foundation day each year is attended by over 500 alumni. Some friends and I were chatting with her when this group of incredibly smart and intelligent women come up to her. After they greeted her, she told us that she never thought they would get anywhere in life.
These girls were the most notorious of all the kids that she had to deal with, they chopped off a teachers waist length hair and stole teachers cellphones only to bury them. Put on the janitor's uniform to sneak out of school. Got fake blood and put up handprints outside the rooms of 9 and 10 year olds. Decided to summon spirits in a hostel building right after a visiting academic died of a heart attack, the rest of the girls in the hostel building were so scared that the school decided to lock down the building for nearly 5 years. They also took turns to stand on top of one of the buildings with a white sheet and showed it to kids in the farthest building, that's how we got our infamous resident school ghost.
They all are in their late 20s now, great jobs abroad but looking at them you would never think they could pull something off like that in their teens.
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I would never, for the life of me, attend a high school reunion. My classmates got me into a WhatsApp group a couple years ago, and it was astonishing to see (even if just in texting) they seemed all the same after 25 years. I thanked them all and left the group.
Same!! I was invited to an alumni group for my high school by my friend. SO many of them were the same jerks they were in high school. We graduated in 1986 and it blows my mind that they still haven't moved on. We had a recent thing where they are changing the name of our sports teams to a less offensive one (I'm all for it!! I always hated that they were called the Conquistadors) and the jock crowd was up in ARMS over it. Like starting a petition angry. When I voiced my opinion on that, I was called a snowflake so I just peaced out of that group.
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I went to my 40th. I entered the venue, followed the signs to the right room, was about to enter when one of the workers came running up to me. He says, "Oh, sir, that's not your party, yours is over there. That room is full of really old people." I left with the biggest smile I've had in years. Never even bothered to check out my classmates.
LOL My mom came back from her 40th saying "They're all so OLD!!!" and I gently reminded her that she's the same age as them, lol but yeah... she seemed so much younger!!
Load More Replies... I survived five high schools, including one in the county juvenile hall. I was happy to never experience any class reunion. I'm sure nobody missed me, either.
I hated high school then. The happiest day of my life was walking out those double doors for the last time- why would I go back? I have zero desire to see any of those people.
I was pretty uninvolved in high school... they had this program when I was a senior where you finished your school day at lunch and could do "work experience" where you had to have a job and work a minimum of 30 hours a week. That was heaven for me!!
Load More Replies... Similar story here. Bullied nerd at school. Went to a 20 year reunion and discovered that the bullies had gone nowhere in life and the weirdos were well off, rich, successful, etc.
I was 3 years older than the rest of my HS class, due to childhood polio, but I was never bullied, or made to feel any different. Got on well with most of the kids, and had 2 best buddies, we called ourselves the 3 Musketeers. There was one boy that I had a huge crush on, but was very bashful, so it went nowhere, although he was always nice to me when we spoke in class. The whole class knew of his dream to become a pilot. Comes 2012, and our 50th Anniv. of the Class of 62 is organised. I wondered if he'd be there. I hear somebody say, 'Oh, there's J', I turn to see a stranger, then looked at his eyes, still the same smiling eyes I remembered. I say his name, he says mine, and comes over to give me a huge bear hug. We have become great email friends, and he has given me such support through all the ups and downs of getting older, I turned 80 this year, he is 77, considers me his Special Friend. Oh, and he did become a pilot in the Air Force.
I won't go to my Catholic High School reunion. I was a scholarship kid who was mercilessly teased bc my parents were not rich or important. They used the worst thing they could think of in that environment in the nineties and called me a lesbian. Well, I'm now a very happy, out and proud, confident bisexual so I suppose they are half right. I'm also Pagan, marrying a heavy metal bassist, and mom to a genderfluid Trans adult human out there living their best life. Why would I go back where I wasn't wanted when I'm surrounded by people who make me happy?
My 40th high school reunion was cancelled for lack of interest. Too many of us had no desire to see each other again! (I think the fact the organisers tried to do it all over Facebook might have been a big part of the problem. Not all of us are on social media.)
So me and my twin brother was the odd ones at our school. The ones everyone sniggered at. You know, those s****.'s that was fair game for any- and everyone. Then, 15 years later, this dude from our old class give my twin a call, asking if we are comming to the reunion. My brother simply ask "why in the world would someone think that we would go to that?" And hanged up. No one of us even lived in that part of the country anymore. We had absolutley nothing in common with them then, and even less so as grown ups.
Our most popular girl married rich and had five kids as she planned. Then she got into a drug habit and her husband kicked her out and she's selling sex to pay for the habit now. The girl she always picked had a mental breakdown. I met her when she thought Jesus lived in her shoes. She got help and is now working as a covid nurse.
I would never, for the life of me, attend a high school reunion. My classmates got me into a WhatsApp group a couple years ago, and it was astonishing to see (even if just in texting) they seemed all the same after 25 years. I thanked them all and left the group.
Same!! I was invited to an alumni group for my high school by my friend. SO many of them were the same jerks they were in high school. We graduated in 1986 and it blows my mind that they still haven't moved on. We had a recent thing where they are changing the name of our sports teams to a less offensive one (I'm all for it!! I always hated that they were called the Conquistadors) and the jock crowd was up in ARMS over it. Like starting a petition angry. When I voiced my opinion on that, I was called a snowflake so I just peaced out of that group.
Load More Replies... I went to my 40th. I entered the venue, followed the signs to the right room, was about to enter when one of the workers came running up to me. He says, "Oh, sir, that's not your party, yours is over there. That room is full of really old people." I left with the biggest smile I've had in years. Never even bothered to check out my classmates.
LOL My mom came back from her 40th saying "They're all so OLD!!!" and I gently reminded her that she's the same age as them, lol but yeah... she seemed so much younger!!
Load More Replies... I survived five high schools, including one in the county juvenile hall. I was happy to never experience any class reunion. I'm sure nobody missed me, either.
I hated high school then. The happiest day of my life was walking out those double doors for the last time- why would I go back? I have zero desire to see any of those people.
I was pretty uninvolved in high school... they had this program when I was a senior where you finished your school day at lunch and could do "work experience" where you had to have a job and work a minimum of 30 hours a week. That was heaven for me!!
Load More Replies... Similar story here. Bullied nerd at school. Went to a 20 year reunion and discovered that the bullies had gone nowhere in life and the weirdos were well off, rich, successful, etc.
I was 3 years older than the rest of my HS class, due to childhood polio, but I was never bullied, or made to feel any different. Got on well with most of the kids, and had 2 best buddies, we called ourselves the 3 Musketeers. There was one boy that I had a huge crush on, but was very bashful, so it went nowhere, although he was always nice to me when we spoke in class. The whole class knew of his dream to become a pilot. Comes 2012, and our 50th Anniv. of the Class of 62 is organised. I wondered if he'd be there. I hear somebody say, 'Oh, there's J', I turn to see a stranger, then looked at his eyes, still the same smiling eyes I remembered. I say his name, he says mine, and comes over to give me a huge bear hug. We have become great email friends, and he has given me such support through all the ups and downs of getting older, I turned 80 this year, he is 77, considers me his Special Friend. Oh, and he did become a pilot in the Air Force.
I won't go to my Catholic High School reunion. I was a scholarship kid who was mercilessly teased bc my parents were not rich or important. They used the worst thing they could think of in that environment in the nineties and called me a lesbian. Well, I'm now a very happy, out and proud, confident bisexual so I suppose they are half right. I'm also Pagan, marrying a heavy metal bassist, and mom to a genderfluid Trans adult human out there living their best life. Why would I go back where I wasn't wanted when I'm surrounded by people who make me happy?
My 40th high school reunion was cancelled for lack of interest. Too many of us had no desire to see each other again! (I think the fact the organisers tried to do it all over Facebook might have been a big part of the problem. Not all of us are on social media.)
So me and my twin brother was the odd ones at our school. The ones everyone sniggered at. You know, those s****.'s that was fair game for any- and everyone. Then, 15 years later, this dude from our old class give my twin a call, asking if we are comming to the reunion. My brother simply ask "why in the world would someone think that we would go to that?" And hanged up. No one of us even lived in that part of the country anymore. We had absolutley nothing in common with them then, and even less so as grown ups.
Our most popular girl married rich and had five kids as she planned. Then she got into a drug habit and her husband kicked her out and she's selling sex to pay for the habit now. The girl she always picked had a mental breakdown. I met her when she thought Jesus lived in her shoes. She got help and is now working as a covid nurse.
