I have thought of the idea of a possible high-school reunion. It rather frightens me.
Time has passed beyond the point where it would be an amusing get-together. Once more than ten years have poured down under the bridge, a high-school reunion stops being a fun occasion between people that still vaguely know each other and once had a common interest, and becomes a gathering of complete strangers, who once long ago in a different world, went to the same class together. Of course, my negative stance betrays that I did not have a particularly wonderful time in high-school. I believe that if I were invited, and went, I would drink severely, feel absolutely crushed by the weight of the years and the unfulfilled expectation to preform and achieve, and stagger home rather early. Still, I must confess that I would in part like the opportunity. After all, who knows? There could be a cracking good conversation waiting in such a scenario.
Of course, part of it is that going through school is very much part of its own world and time. Once it is passed, it will never be the same. Relief or disappointment, there is a world beyond school, and once entered, nothing will be the same. The people of the class that left some ten, twenty years ago are all, effectively, dead. A reunion would be to confront and compare those past phantoms, and such things always carries more thought and weight than a chipper invitation card can bring across.