College reunion

We had a good Halloween.  Maddox went as a firefighter. 

We were still trick or treating and he looked at me and said that he couldn't wait for next year.  He's so  funny.  😊

Also . . . October 31 was my one year running at least a mile a day.  I have officially been running 370 days in a row as of today.  So I had a run planned out specifically for my 365th day . . .

However, apparently I am dyslexic (not that funny, because Damian actually is, but still . . .), and I didn't spell out "365" but actually "E65."  And then I posted on instagram and facebook . . . and didn't realize that I had done that until we were almost done with trick or treating.  *facepalm*

Earlier in October Fare Thee Mel wrote about going to her 40 year high school reunion.  And it has me thinking about my own reunions.  10+ years ago I remember my Dad asking me if I was going to go to my 10 year high school reunion.  My Dad, my grandparents (my Dad's parents), and my siblings and I all graduated from the same very, very small school in eastern Washington.  When I graduated high school my Dad celebrated his 30th class reunion and my Grandma had her 50th class reunion, so on my 10 year, my Dad was celebrating 40 years (obviously).  (My Grandma had died by then, so she wasn't going.)

Anyway, I decided I was going to go, I had moved to western WA by then and was on my way over the mountains when I decided to try to figure out if anyone else in my class was going to go.  I graduated with only 13 other people, and I was only friends with 2 or 3 of them, the rest I couldn't stand.  So when I found out that one person that I really didn't like, and possibly another were the only people planning on attending, and the 2 or 3 people I did like weren't going, I turned around and went home.  I didn't even attempt to go to my 20 year reunion.

A few weeks ago my college roommate, who was my maid of honor when I got married, and continues to be a friend of mine (she even drove over 5 hours with her two kids and her husband to go to my Mom's funeral last year) called me to ask if I was planning on going to our 20 year college reunion.  I didn't even realize it had been 20 years, or that the reunion was coming up.  I haven't been back to Nampa, ID (where I went to college) for 18 years.  I was there 18 years ago to be a bridesmaid in a friend's wedding (that's a whole other long story), who I am not friends with now, and haven't seen since her wedding.

My college roommate, my friend, still lives in the area, in fact this year she started teaching part-time at NNU (Northwest Nazarene University) where we went to college.  If you knew my friend in college you would fall over hearing that.  She was not the teaching type.  In fact, my first memory of her she was dressed exactly like this:

Although her outfit was black and white . . . but seriously she dressed like she walked off the set of Clueless.  I didn't like her.  She didn't like me.  We became inseparable.

I am not the same person I was 20 years ago.  I don't even look like the same person.  Back then I was super shy, never talked and I was known as "Cathy, you know Tara's friend, with the hair?" (I had big curly hair).  My friend was outgoing, liberal *gasp!!* and a perfectionist.  I was introverted (already said that), conservative (not anymore), and messy (still am).  I suppose we will see how the weekend goes.

I do want to talk to her about her Master's program that she finished 3 or 4 years ago.  She did Social Work, which is really where my heart is, and she was the one that talked me into going back to school at my Mom's funeral.  I just couldn't find a social work program that I could get into immediately, and I knew if I didn't go now, I wouldn't go, so I entered a professional counseling program.  I regret it a lot, not the going back to school part, but the program part.

Oh, did I forget to mention my reunion is this coming weekend?  Yeah, I leave on Friday.  I'm nervous.