Welcome to the website for the

Southeast Webster High School

Class Of 1995

Can you believe how long we've been out of school?  It seems like just yesterday we left 8th grade to become freshmen.  Do you remember how, when we were in middle school, the school had finally become our "turf"?  Those puny little 6th graders knew better than to mess with the tough 8th graders, right?  The 7th graders were a little better off, but not by much; they would have their day in the sun their 8th grade year.  If only they had known that our collective bark was worse than our bite...

Fast forward to the first day of classes our freshman year, with our "hellion" reputation preceding us.  Now WE were, once again, the new kids on the block (no, girls, not that NKOTB, so stop screaming and waving your hands in the air like you just don't care). 

Suddenly, we found ourselves with new hallways to navigate, new teachers to figure out, new upperclassmen to brown-nose, and new "survival of the fittest" rules to learn.  For some, the upperclassmen were siblings or relatives, possibly summer softball/baseball teammates.  For others, upperclassmen were like unexplored territory, with no GPS unit, map, or travel guide provided.  

With the school nurse handing out anxiety meds by the fistful, some found themselves feeling a bit nervous and overwhelmed, wondering, "What are the triggers to avoid, so that I won't set off an upperclassman, thereby resulting in finding myself relocated to the inside of the worst smelling locker in the entire school?  How can I suck up to them so that they won't make me the subject of the most recent form of hazing?  What exactly happens when someone comes and gets me out of class, blindfolds me, and takes me to the freshman maze? Which teachers act tough, but really aren't?" 

With such terrifying thoughts racing around in our heads, how would we EVER have room for learning?!?!?!?!

Thankfully, year by year we climbed the ranks and found ourselves in the lead position once again as seniors.  Were we more sympathetic toward the "freshbags" than our elders had been to us?  Probably not; it is, after all, a rite of passage, handed down from generation to generation.

Now fast forward to the year 1995.  With graduation fast-approaching, some were happy to finally be done with this chapter of our lives; others found themselves suddenly clinging to fond memories, begging for time to create even more.  It didn't matter to which group you belonged - the glad-it's-over group, or the what-the-heck-happened-to-my-youth group - everyone knew that life, as we knew it, would never be the same, for better or worse.

So what have you been doing over the years?  Did you marry?  Who did you marry?  How many kids do you have?  Where have you travelled?  Where have you lived?  Did you ever even move out of your ma and pa's house - - or just downstairs to the basement, where you just watch tv, sleep, test "smokes" to be used strictly for medicinal purposes and Willie Nelson concerts, play your Wii with the neighbor kid every time you get the chance, and party all night, never taking time to change that worn thin, now too tight t-shirt you bought at the Guns 'N' Roses concert you went to in high school?  (Note: if that is you, YOU are the creepy person in the neighborhood that everyone is talking about...)

I invite you to peruse this website and utilize it as an avenue to reconnect with former classmates, hopefully finding you have something in common with someone you barely knew in high school.

Remember, this is OUR (yours and mine) website, so please don't hesitate to submit questions/comments about ways to improve the site.  As new details are known regarding the 15-year reunion, they will be posted on the website.  For now, don't be afraid to just jump right in and reconnect, share, and enjoy!

Toki Selby, Administrator    

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