I'm class of 74! (155 students, 127 grads) The "In crowd" That put together the reunions for the first 35 years couldn't find my address in the phone book, or any of my friends! Then they quit having reunions, because nobody came to the reunions!
Then two cousins (of each other) put up $35 to cover the expenses and reserved a dinning room at a local restaurant. Put out a Face Book request to contact anyone and "You all come!" About half of the survivors showed up!
At #45 I talked to a woman that never once said a word to me in school! And ask why I married out of the community? "It was my fault, I was unfit for Human consumption! When I got myself straightened out, I met a girl from the next town at a Bible study, and it worked out." That seemed to be the answer! Accept the responsibility that you need to, and pretty much all is forgiven! On the opposite end, Forgive completely!
You are not the exact same person you were in H.S., neither are they! The girl that was the class slut, use the insurance from Husband #1's suicide to become a psychologist and help clinically depressed people!
The girl that had 2 kids before we graduated? She is still married to the same guy and is the grandma of 7!
The one teacher who cared about all of us (8th grade History!), comes to our reunions! There was another also (10th grade English!) but she was older and passed 25 years ago! The teachers that were jerks, they stayed the same, and as you grew wiser, you knew them for what they really were! And you learned, to not be like them!
My wife (class of 74 different H.S.) was in a class of 675ish, and has never been invited to a single reunion, she was an Honors student, and nobody I talk to from her class knew who she was! But now she has several friends from my class!!!
Lastly, a tribute to my classmate Otis! Otis was a guy from a working class family, so he worked and worked hard! He started a small business that sold concessions at our schools games and made team shirts for the kids sports teams. EVERYBODY knew Otis, everybody loved Otis! I would be in a buffet line and Otis would come up behind me and tell me of our latest classmate's passing. Otis passed two days after our 45th reunion, a close friend told me a few days later, I always figured that Otis would tell me himself. Maybe he did, and I wasn't listening!
Enjoy your classmates while you can.
Ivan