Go Hornets!

The Plattsburgh High School Class of 1982 just celebrated their 40th reunion and I was there. But I’m not sure if the 18 year old version of me was present or the older Jill Wolfe. For some reason, I expected my highschool classmates to look pretty much the same and surely to be recognizable. Nearly 60 years old, members of the class of ‘82 looked their age: grayish, baldish and roundish. I didn’t recognize the majority of my classmates and this felt shocking to me as I so wanted time to stand still. After the awkward lanyard grabbing (who are you?), the conversations started to flow and I realized I don’t really know these former classmates after all. I learned about their life, their jobs, their families, their marriage(s). We reconnected and the reunion became a lovely union of celebrating our formative years as students at PHS and acknowledging who we are at this moment. Although we vowed not to go, I’m pretty sure my reunion date of 40 years - Carolyn - and I will “do the time-warp again” in 2032. After all, the PHS Class of ‘82 was the best EVER! (pic: my prom date, Don, and me - former King and Queen of the PHS prom)