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I hated high school then and hate the idea of going to a reunion now.
I became an exchange student to get away from those people and graduated early to start college at 17.
When I was contacted via facebook on the next reunion, I noticed that the same group of nasty cheerleaders who "ruled the roost" then are still running the show. I have fond memories of my youth, but none of them are connected with the institution known as high school. And though the temptation to rub a few noses into some of my modest success is very real, it is tempered by my reluctance to leave Southern California for the wilds of Detroit.
Do I sound bitter? naaawwwwwwwww
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