tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147049442316958074.post8932806227802707973..comments2024-03-17T13:13:51.825-04:00Comments on My Life in Retirement: To Re-une, or not to Re-une, Not really a QuestionDenisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15045554938847356871noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147049442316958074.post-53473974218061417412014-10-16T16:24:21.734-04:002014-10-16T16:24:21.734-04:00As I went to 10 different schools, I would have pr...As I went to 10 different schools, I would have problems. However, they used not to have school reunions when I lived in the UK. Dunno if this has changed since I left. I don't know anyone from any of my schools. I always hated school anyway plus I was always much more "grown up" than my contemporaries thanks to my parents chugging me all over Europe.Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14087140585742801854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147049442316958074.post-9083414466447124312014-10-16T14:35:27.361-04:002014-10-16T14:35:27.361-04:00I understand the bullying. I was the 'smart o...I understand the bullying. I was the 'smart one', not the cool one. Plus, because I had skipped a grade, I was younger than many of my classmates. I have few fond memories of the time I spent there.Denisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15045554938847356871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147049442316958074.post-16146049190202108652014-10-16T13:39:44.984-04:002014-10-16T13:39:44.984-04:00Ugh-I disliked my high school time. I was severely...Ugh-I disliked my high school time. I was severely bullied, not only name calling but spat on, pushed and threatened with having my throat cut from ear to ear. I went to the emergency every year because they always tried to break my fingers on my right hand (I am right-handed). I didn't know it would be difficult to break bones since I have Ehlers-Danlos but my fingers swelled. They would jeer me and try to convince me to commit suicide. It was horrible. There were some who were nice but I was basically alone until grade 11 when I found 1 friend. By the end I had 2 more and some others would talk to me but were scared to if they would also get the wrath. Look at me spill my guts. So I have no desire to go to the reunion or see most of those people. I find those people still view high school in rose coloured glasses and want to relive it as they were popular. That is the past and the future was always much brighter. Oh and I published my lovely award from you:) I didn't nominate anyone so I hope you don't mind:) I know you will have a much better time Sat with your family than at the reunion. I am certain there may be even some who have passed away and that is always sadBirgithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09439720285857050428noreply@blogger.com