Welcome PAge

 

This is my newest welcome. We have three so far. Please feel free to read of them. There will not be a test after.

 

In addition to poor speeling, lousy grammar, and nonsensical sentences, I also believe in possibilities. I'd like to share with you today (or tonight, or tomorrow, or whenever you may read this, if you ever read this, and if you don't that's ok, but you may be sad if you don't) my newest possibility experience.

Recently I was in a situation where I was told I would be wearing a baby blue empire waist dress for a "special occasion" (not my "special occasion", somebody else's). I have pretty bad social anxiety which means I feel really comfortable with people I don't know at all or people I know really well but anything other social gathering kind of makes me sick. That includes my own wedding reception, vomit all time high anxiety and church (once a week seems like too much frankly so the extra meetings are of the question for me). Standing in a line kind pretty much of scares the hell out of me. (I try not think about the reunion too much, I'll probably hug you all cause that will make me feel like we're old friends). 

It wasn't really an option not to wear the dress without offending someone, but my little mind reminded me, "You always have a choice! Think of your possibilities." So I then remembered that I take a certain medication for my stomach that really affects my weight. When I go off my medication, I easily drop 20 pounds. But when I do that, I also don't sleep so great and I'm in a lot of pain. I then remembered that if I upped my medication I could gain even more weight than what I weigh now, at least 20 pounds. Of course, then I'm really tired and have bad headaches and a big grocery bill. Hmm...possibilities, I thought,  what If I changed the dosage of meds (what my doctor doesn't know won't hurt him, just me) and then maybe if I dropped a lot of weight or gained a lot weight when it came time for the event, the baby blue dress just wouldn't fit and I wouldn't have to wear it! So I got started working on one of my ideas, I won't tell you which one only that I avoid pain at all costs. Fortuitously, I will not be having to wear the dress (at least for now). I went through a lot of extra work and sleeping for what? You say nothing? Oh no my friends, all that work was worth it for the possibility of what could have been.

So remind yourself this week of this story of possibilities if you are thinking about going to reunion. You may not be sad if don't go, but there is a possibility that you will be:(

 If you are going, take this chance to call or contact 2 people who aren't attending (check the Who's Coming page to know) and ask them to believe in possibilities as well. This will kind of be like our own little Davis High chain experience. Wow! I never thought I'd be the maker of a chain anything, not armor, not fences, nothing. This is your chance too!

We REALLY need to have you buy tickets by Monday night, August 4th. Otherwise, you can come, but we don't know how many extra dinners will be available or what they will be and we may or may not have a chair set up for you.

Get your chair today and help others get theirs as well!

Buy your reunion tickets today!

 

Dear Classmates,  

We have had many concerns as of late regarding our upcoming reunion and I would like to take a moment to address these concerns. First, some of you seemed to be worried about how you look. Please remember, twenty years have passed and most of us do not look the same. For those of you who do, hurrah! For those of you who don’t, I would like to share a deeply personal moment with you.

Just last week as I turned to look at myself in the mirror I had a "Disney" moment. I was pretty sure that the butt I was gazing upon was not my own, but somebody else’s. I then remembered in the movie Peter Pan (the original animated version) at the beginning of the show when Peter’s shadow has a mind of it’s own. Well, let me tell you, I’m pretty sure my butt has a mind of it’s own and it’s not mine. And I’m not going to talk to you about my arms, only to say that I’m pretty sure they are in league with my butt. There must have been some corporate merger that this shareholder was not notified of. I may be notifying my attorney, Mr. Bradely Tilt, of this matter.

Another concern that some people feel is that they have not lived the life that they had dreamed of living, maybe the hopes for marriage, children, education, and career did not materialize as anticipated. Well not speak of religion, but remember what the Buddha says about material things. Also please know that we understand this because this is called l-i-f-e.

Someone on the message boards mentioned that as she tuned in to the site she had felt old insecurities arise. I want you to know your old insecurities will gladly welcome you new insecurities. And my insecurities and your insecurities will get together and have a great time at the reunion. If you have no insecurities we will be happy to share.

Sharing is not always a great thing to do. People can be really happy without having kids so please don’t share your ideas of adoption, infertility, or zero-population, or the possibility of watching your children. People also may be really happy with a lot of kids so please don’t share your ideas of adoption, infertility, or zero-population or the possibility of watching your children.

Some of us left high school perhaps earlier than planned, while others went on to college and a lifetime of debt. We all know that life’s best education happens in places other than the closed doors of a classroom and is tuition free.

If you were not "popular" or in the "in" crowd remember that was twenty years ago and our memories are not so great. I am on the reunion committee with Andrea Reid and I’m pretty sure I remember her being a cheerleader and dating Jeff Kinard. I remember rumors that they were going to get married. She assures me she was not a cheerleader and did not date Jeff Kinard. Tonya Murdock claims she doesn’t remember a thing from high school so you can hang out with Tonya and I and make up a bunch of false memories and we’ll never know the difference.

There are many amongst us who are single. Someone proposed we found a "Swingin’ Singles Club". Debbie Shipley thought the "swingin’" part would really boost our numbers for reunion and the reunion committee discussed the idea of having a poll to investigate interest in such a club. This was eagerly accepted by the everyone until I clarified we could only host a p-o-l-l not a p-o-l-e on the site. But we are always looking for new ideas for our polls as long as they don’t involve poles.

So to conclude as my conclusion, as Mrs. Barnett taught you must conclude with a conclusion, I will conclude with a wee bit of free verse.

 

So come one, come all.

To the reunion and to this site.

May we let bygones go by

And forge new memories for the marrow.

 

Original Welcome

Dear ol’ Davis High School...The school we knew no longer exists. Every year new seniors stand where we once stood and live our experiences anew. The vision of our youth has faded and our time has passed. What would our presence mean if we gathered in the halls of Davis once more? Nothing to anyone other than ourselves.

 So what is it that draws us together? It’s the memories of being together at the height of raging hormones, with supreme daring, and ultimate idiocies when all things were possible and friendships were forever. It’s the experience of a set of unforgettable years, for better or worse, that ended our teenage years and launched us into adulthood.

 What was high school for you? Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, The Breakfast Club, maybe Napoleon Dynamite? Was homecoming a time of glory, a night in the parking lot, or a span of hours spent sulking alone? Did you consider yourself a jock, nerd, thespian, band geek, debater, Future Farmer of America, or a member of the parking lot crew? None of the above? We may have not known it then, but the years have taught us that the world really didn’t revolve around our teenage lives and we were so much more than any label could ever describe. We have gone on and we’re all trying to get by, raising kids, progress in our careers, fall in and our of love, fill up our iPODS, and chase our dreams. We have more in common now than we ever did in high school. So a stay awhile and contribute your ideas and experiences. We’re here not only to celebrate where we have been, but more importantly how far we have come and where we may still yet go.

 P.S. Didn't graduate with the class? We don't care. All of our classmates are welcomed here.

Plagiarized in part from Kyle Knolwes. Third paragraph, sentences one, four, five, and six, dhsx.net contact page