Reunion Report
Apr. 20th, 2010 12:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lawnrrdLast weekend I went to my fifteen-year law school reunion. While I don't really keep in touch with people from my class, it had been at least ten years since I'd been back, and there were people and places I was curious to see.
That curiosity seemed not to have been widely shared. To see what I mean, let me skip ahead to dinner on Saturday night. Each class had its own private dinner. Here's a picture of my class's dining room:
The table was only half full, at that.
Arriving Friday night, I saw a couple of my classmates at the welcoming reception and we chatted a bit. I left after about an hour, though, and went to my hotel to check in. I sort-of ate dinner at the hotel restaurant, then went up to my room to sleep. I must have been exhausted, because I slept for more than ten hours.
Nearly all the activities were scheduled for Saturday. Some of the panels seemed interesting, and I caught one on entrepreneurship. I did not want to miss the lunch, however. Barbecue in North Carolina meant pulled pork, cole slaw and hush puppies. But I stuck with the unsweet tea.
After lunch, I went to the bookstore to buy hats, shirts and other things with the school name. That took up enough of the afternoon that I really had time left only to go back to the hotel and work out before dinner.
The evening program was a couple of receptions, followed by dinner. I went to the law review reception, then to the general reception, and then to our class dinner, which consisted of me, three of my classmates, and two people from the alumni relations office. Dinner was OK: beef and salmon.
I'm glad that I went, just to see the place after all this time. It's always fascinating to me to go back to a place that I used to know well after several years' absence to see what I remember, to see what's changed, and to see what I've just plain forgotten. And it's startling the way that some people look nearly the same as they did when you knew them, and some just look old, but there's nearly no one in the middle, simply aging. I expect to see this again at the end of May, when I have my 20-year college reunion.
That curiosity seemed not to have been widely shared. To see what I mean, let me skip ahead to dinner on Saturday night. Each class had its own private dinner. Here's a picture of my class's dining room:
The table was only half full, at that.
Arriving Friday night, I saw a couple of my classmates at the welcoming reception and we chatted a bit. I left after about an hour, though, and went to my hotel to check in. I sort-of ate dinner at the hotel restaurant, then went up to my room to sleep. I must have been exhausted, because I slept for more than ten hours.
Nearly all the activities were scheduled for Saturday. Some of the panels seemed interesting, and I caught one on entrepreneurship. I did not want to miss the lunch, however. Barbecue in North Carolina meant pulled pork, cole slaw and hush puppies. But I stuck with the unsweet tea.
After lunch, I went to the bookstore to buy hats, shirts and other things with the school name. That took up enough of the afternoon that I really had time left only to go back to the hotel and work out before dinner.
The evening program was a couple of receptions, followed by dinner. I went to the law review reception, then to the general reception, and then to our class dinner, which consisted of me, three of my classmates, and two people from the alumni relations office. Dinner was OK: beef and salmon.
I'm glad that I went, just to see the place after all this time. It's always fascinating to me to go back to a place that I used to know well after several years' absence to see what I remember, to see what's changed, and to see what I've just plain forgotten. And it's startling the way that some people look nearly the same as they did when you knew them, and some just look old, but there's nearly no one in the middle, simply aging. I expect to see this again at the end of May, when I have my 20-year college reunion.
