My old high school doesn't have class specific reunions. It is a yearly event where all classes are invited. I just saw some pictures of this years event. There was a lot of names I recognized, but the faces were totally different after 41 years. Since the majority of the students were not local, we scattered to all ends of the earth after graduation. I have only seen a couple since then.
The public school district I was in was just starting integration. Too many old teachers basically said I have 1 or 2 or 3 years until retirement and I am just going to ride out the years so I don't care what you do, just don't make trouble. And that was that. We basically did what we wanted to do and none of it was school work. So after barely passing 7th and 8th grade, my parents put me in the private military boarding school.
So my freshman year was my first year of the military school. Those teachers expected me to study. Not me, I did just enough to pass and nothing more. I was on the football team and there was nothing like no pass, no play. However, since I was a freshman and also new to the school, I got hazed a lot. The seniors pretty much made me behave in class and on campus, the juniors made sure I did some homework and the sophomores made sure I did all their cleaning, that is cleaning their clothes, bathrooms and dorm rooms. You want to see torture, put a 15 year old in charge of a group of 14 year olds.
Being on the football team did not make life any easier. The upper classmen used the freshman for blocking dummies. They took cheap shots at us whenever possible. Even the coaches pushed the freshman a little harder. During PT, they screamed at us more, hit us more and made us do our physical torture a little longer than the others, so by the time we got to the showers, there was no more towels or hot water left. Which of course made us late to the mess hall for our evening meal to pick through what was left of the food. And just like the movies, the freshman had to eat by raising our fork straight up from the plate, level with our mouth, then straight into our mouth. Every bite. I am left handed, and that was not going to fly with the seniors. I was expected to use my right hand for eating. And freshmen picked up the dishes for the upper classmen after they had finished eating.
Don't get me wrong. The coaches knew they knew they were teaching much more than a game and position techniques; their real aim was to inculcate in us priceless life lessons. Our coaches taught us, among other things, never quit, never give up, never stop trying.
Man I hated that school. I just may go to next years reunion event.