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Got one on Saturday. I'm not going.
Didn't go. Only interesting thing was to look through someone else's Facebook photos and see who had gone bald.
But losing at fat.
I'm still quite close to my bffs from school and I didn't really like anyone else so there'd be no need
...but then decided I couldn't be bothered. Instead, no, I have never been to a school reunion.
As an aside, Grosse Pointe Blank was not as good as I rembered it being when I watched it last year.
i can do all my snooping on the scum from school using facebook
I think some people from my year arranged one a while, but literally only invited people from a particular clique. They're welcome to it, I wouldn't even bother travelling back as it stands, I'm still in touch with the people I want to be in touch with.
you keep in touch using facebook so the mystique of seeing someone for the first time in years has gone somewhat. Ironically because of facebook they are a lot easier to organise.
I would like to have a stroll round my old school some time though, I havent been back for getting on 15 years. I bet it has barely changed, right down to the PE equipment and urinals.
There was always a rumour that our absolute dickhead head of PE only had one ball. No idea if it was true or not. It just stuck because everyone wanted it to be.
I idly went on one of those "rate your teachers" type sites recently out of boredom, and the top comment on that guy's page, dated only a few weeks earlier, was "HE'S ONLY GOT ONE BAW"
and thus indulge a dormant fantasy
when I did this, however, the joke was on me, as she had been two years above and I did not remember her
got cunted. Don't remember much but someone from a couple of years below (who were also there), who I bumped into in a pub (didn't know him, didn't recognise him) said I tore a hand dryer off the wall. I am a hulking brute but I have no idea if it's true.
No if that's not an anecdote for the grandkids I don't know what is.
if I didn't respect you before....
Next time, next time.
I came into school one day (right near the end of my time there, doing A-Levels) and everything was on lockdown. Apparently someone had gone into the school grounds the night before and smashed most of the windows. Like a massive amount. Proper thousands of pounds of vandalism.
Anyway, even though I hadn't spoken to anyone the night before I had a feeling it'd be someone I knew. No idea why.
Then I went out with one of my mates that night for a drink and he said "was with [blank] last night, we went back to the school and he went mental and smashed fucking tons of windows".
So you know, I was right. This story isn't the the killer I thought it might be when I started.
Except they didn't smash the windows (shit, actually some of my friends *did* do that on a separate occasion), but did some graffiti depicting the assistant head sucking off the head teacher.
One of my fondest memories of school is getting in early and seeing the cleaners/janitors/dinner ladies all in absolute hysterics at this six foot tall badly drawn graffiti fellatio.
Then when they cleaned the walls to get rid of them you could still see them as a fainter outline against the dirtier, uncleaned stone :D
Everyone who I don't want to see, I don't (and even some of them I do).
I also went to a boy's school (state comp btw) and therefore there's not even the interest seeing the girls. AS THERE WERE NONE.
Just complete and utter fuckheads. Most of my year were awful individuals.
3 YEARS AFTER WE LEFT. why oh why would anyone want a school reunion three years after you've left??