I danced the night away, closing down the first night’s party at 4 a.m., with a few of my sorority sisters and fraternity pals swirling around nearby.
Not bad for a gal who hasn’t stayed up that late in more than a decade!
I was so proud of that crazy accomplishment – I told everyone – and when Sigma Nu’s undisputed King of Late Night Partying anointed me “best dancer,” I beamed all weekend long.
Looking at the older reunion classes, I knew the day would come when staying up till 4 a.m. would be out of the question. The first 25 years, gone by so fast! Our 50th reunion will be here tomorrow. Better to dance now, while we can.
And the serious questions I mulled over in my earlier blog post? When they came up, they led to interesting discussions, just as they always do.
Even “the titans of industry” from my class reached out, offering great business advice when I asked their thoughts. One old pal invited me to meet him at the Capitol Hill Club, also known as the National Republican Club. I laughed, telling him that if I happened to see a Republican Senator there, I might just button hole him to talk about TSCA reform. And he smiled, saying, “That’s okay, Lynn Anne.”
That’s what old friends and reunions are for. Reconnecting. Reminiscing. Reflecting.
And partying like it’s 1999.
If you can go to your reunion, go.
Unfortunately, concerns left many of our classmates at home. As one high school classmate put it, “I heard the same excuses over and over again. I’ve gained weight. I got divorced. I was laid off. I’m bald.”
“Hey,” he laughed with a dismissive wave of his hand, “We all have!”
Or, as I put it, “Or at least, one out of the four!”
Life can be hard at times. But the party goes on. We’re still here, and that’s worth celebrating.
So go back to your reunion. And if you go, be sure to let me know what it was like!
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There are moments in life that cause us to stop. To think. To reflect. It can be a life altering event like a birth, a death, or a divorce. Or it can be something simpler, but in many ways just as profound: a meeting with old friends. A peek back at life the way it used to be.
This afternoon, I’ll leave my husband and two munchkins behind – (hope he’s remembering my Stay at Home Spouse Survival Tips!) – to attend my 25th college reunion at Lehigh University.
It’s hard to admit that the years have gone by so quickly, but it’s true. I still remember, as a young child, hearing the “old folks” around me say, “Life goes by quickly.” It didn’t seem possible then, but like so many things in life, only now do I know the elders were right.
Twenty five years ago, I was a scholarship kid, scared to death that I would lose my scholarship if I flunked Statistics or Advanced Calculus. (I never worked so hard for a D+ in my life!) I was worried about paying back my student loans – (I did so early) – and I wondered if I would ever meet the right guy. (It took 18 years of dating experience and a Strategic Plan to Meet a Man, but I finally did!)
I was so busy serving on a million class committees that sometimes it was hard to get my class work done (kind of like how this blog and my online activism with @GreenMoms interferes with biz dev work for my business). Some things never change!
I wanted to explore the world (22 countries down, 180 or so to go!), make some money (Nasdaq 5000, easy come, easy go), and live an interesting life.
I didn’t expect my life to now be so consumed by environmental concerns.
In real life, it’s far trickier. Those big chemical companies fighting full reform of the Toxic Substances Control Act? They recruit from colleges like Lehigh, and from MBA programs like Georgetown’s. (Hoya Saxa!)
In “real life,” many of my oldest and dearest friends aren’t working for NGOs, showing up for Capitol Hill testimony, or demonstrating in the streets.
Instead, they’re working hard for those same companies we like to challenge in the green blogosphere. I know what it’s like. I’ve worked in marketing and PR for Fortune 500 firms.
They don’t want to question. They want to believe.
But I know from experience that face-to-face, those differences will melt away. I’ll smile with a skeptical twinkle in my eye, refer them to the EWG’s Skin Deep Database, and agree to provide some questions they can forward to their colleagues. I don’t want to put my friends on the spot. They’re my friends after all, and it’s a party.
And then I’ll think, and reflect, on all that’s changed in 25 years.
What about you?
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