Another Thanksgiving, another reunion. This year was the one-year anniversary of my high school's sixth year reunion. Amazing that it's been seven years since I stepped out of that little cocoon known as the Charles E Smith Jewish Day School.
There were 75 kids who graduated with me, and a large chunk of us are still pretty close. JDS serviced kids from Kindergarten thru 12th grade, so it's more than just a high school. It's quite amazing being able to reference obscure events in one's life--like a certain quirk of a 9th grade History teacher, a catchphrase of a first grade PE teacher, or the mysterious buldge in my 7th grade soccer coach's sweatpants--only to be countered with an equally irrelevant and esoteric event from the 3rd grade.
Last night's unofficial reunion included some of those priceless quips mixed in with lots of alcohol, pizza from our middle school days and great conversation. Not too much had changed since our days on the playgrounds of Rockville, Maryland.