Taking a Look at 20 Years Since High School

This weekend, I will be heading 10 miles north to the great metropolis of Lindale to rejoin some classmates and celebrate 20 years since graduating from high school.

20 years. The first thought is "How has it been 20 years?" Second thought, "Will I still not be able to talk to my high school crush?" Third thought, "Can I finally sit at the cool table?"

It should be interesting. Most of us are friends on Facebook so we still get to "see" each other but a lot of us have not been face to face since graduation.

I am looking forward to this weekend. It will be cool to catch up, see how everyone has changed or not changed, share old stories and just have a good time.

Now of course, with this occasion of reunion, we start thinking back. Myself and other classmates, in our Facebook group, started sharing old pictures, memories or stuff we still have from our high school days.

I went digging and was surprised at how much I still had. For instance, at our senior prom, various superlatives were handed out beyond "Most Likely to Succeed" or "Most Athletic". I found the certificate I got for being "Most Likely to Own a Burger King." My first job was working at Burger King and I was a shift manager. Kinda of a big deal.

I still have my letter jacket, which surprisingly still fit. My nickname in high school was "Gibber" or to some of my closer friends "Gibber-Bibber". I honestly can not remember how it got started but it did and stuck. And, yes, I was a band nerd and loved it. Played tuba, which was great because I didn't have to wear those hats with my band uniform.

There was the usual yearbook, diploma and class ring. But, one item that I was surprised survived all these years was a t-shirt that had all of our classmates names on the back. I also ran across the sample display of my senior pictures.

Ok, I am about to show these to you. You'll notice a car in a couple of them. That was my '73 Volkswagon Beetle. Loved that car. I still carry the key to it on my key chain. You never forget your first car. Also, I got one of the worst haircuts ever before taking these. I still get a good laugh about it. And Mossimo t-shirt (kids, that was a style in the 90's) (And Doc Martins)

Here's to the Lindale High School class of '96. Looking forward to seeing ya'll this weekend.