30 years ago, 120 of us graduated from St Dunstan’s School, Glastonbury . Recently we came back together for our School Reunion. I felt very nervous. It’s been such a long time since I had seen many of my school friends. Looking around it seemed surreal to see vaguely familiar faces, all of us now with a lot more wrinkles.
It was one of those very rare situations where you know that everyone at the party is exactly the same age as you. That’s good and bad for obvious comparative reasons. I felt slightly voyeuristic looking on, on the self imposed periphery often wishing to have the natural ease that others seem to have being together as a group. A mental echo perhaps from school times? I enjoyed the evening for what it was, a reunion and I’m very glad that I went because I know that I was, and am part of that group.
P.S. The school photo is from 1981, I’m seated on the far left, arms folded.
Yes, at least one of them looks like me! The other two of course just like their father.
I think/know that I am getting old/er!
Truly weird to see that school photo (which I came across by chance), and to try and put names to faces after all these years. I wish I could have been at the reunion. Not sure that photo’s from 1981 – all the boys had special blue ties in the 5th Year (I still have mine – one of the few things that survived hurricane Katrina!). I reckon it’s from 1979/1980. I don’t suppose you ever get up to northern Kazahkstan – back in the 1990s, I worked in Kokshetau (researching diamond-bearing rocks) – it felt like the most remote place on Earth……