Reunion

So my friend Rob has been putting all her efforts into organizing a school reunion. 20 years. Geeze that sounds old, but it's been 20 years since the day I walked out from school to a whole new life. I didn't cry because I was leaving, because I had nothing to cry for. I hated school. Things looked so simple that I thought they were a waste of time. I hated having to go every day. I hated the flipping uniform. I hated it all. There was nothing I didn't hate about school. And finally I left. And it's been 20 years. And I'm not very keen on meeting all the girls who are now grown up. 10 years ago, I couldn't get out fast enough. It was a ten years later reunion, and all the talk was about baby pooh and diapers and breasts and pumps (not the sexy kind), and secretions (again not the sexy kind). I had nothing in common. What will it be like this time? I guess all the baby pooh will have stopped and talk will be about condoms and kids going to Muzew and schooling and husband talk, and there will probably be a lot of grown up girls trapped in grown up unhappy marriages for whom I don't have much sympathy. They looked at me as if I were some sort of alien last time, just because I hadn't walked down the aisle. Just imagine what a freak I'll be to them when at 35 I still haven't walked down that fucking aisle. And I really am in no hurry to do so. What's so special about aisles anyway? But all this apart, I have been saddened today. Out of a 120 girls all coming out so fresh and snooty from St. Joseph, 1 has died. She was my friend, my excuse to go and have a smoke in the loos. I loved that friend and she is no here no more. It makes me angry, sad and angry again. A quiet girl who had to inject herself because of a condition which doesn't kill. I don't know what happened to her. I'm not sure that knowing why would ease the sadness. I just know that she died. She never got to 35. And that's so sad.