Should I or shouldn't I torture myself?

My high school reunion is coming up in October. Twenty years, believe it or not. I've recently found some of my old classmates on Facebook and am starting to get excited about the idea of seeing them in person. Then again, these people were not really my friends in high school. I haven't been in touch with my actual friends in quite a while.

In actuality, I'd rather have a reunion with some of my teachers than with a lot of the people in my class. I remember being really relieved when I graduated because I wouldn't have to see any of those people again if I didn't choose to. And now I'm thinking of paying $50 to do just that.

I don't know. I'm sure I'll be glad when I go, but this is bringing up a lot of feelings about high school I thought were long gone.

And people ask me why I home school??

I'm getting old, part 31

Sometimes the passage of time just hits me right between the eyes. I've had three such moments this week, leaving me asking, "How can it possibly be 20 years since I was 17?"

The first moment was when my hubby pointed out that this month it's been 22 years since we met. Wow. Really?

The second was when I popped my tape (yes, a cassette tape) of the "La Bamba" soundtrack into the van's tape player. The boys' new Cars video game has one of the songs from that movie in it, and I felt like hearing it. Hubby asked what the tape was and I told him. "When did you get that?" he said. I checked the copyright. "Um, 1987?" Whoa. No way.

And the third was today. Our first day of co-op, and I was walking through the room when the Kid's Chorus class was rehearsing. They were singing a song called "Senses" which, it just so happens, is a song I sang as a solo during a church production of that exact same musical. I was 10, which makes it 27 years ago.

Seriously, when did so much time pass?