Attending class reunions is not on my bucket list which is why I’ve never appeared at one.  Since I had few friends in high school, why would I want to see people 10, 25, 50 years later with whom I never interacted with in the first place?  

However, when a former student of mine reached out to me with an invitation to her class’s 10^th year reunion, I said, “yes.”    This wouldn’t be a reunion of people I went to school with, it would be seeing former students who are now approaching 30 years old. 

I have always enjoyed receiving emails and texts from those who shared a part of their youth in my classoom. Often they’d come by during their first year in college, a time when they struggle with the transition of becoming more independent and desire to return to familiar surroundings. 

Typically, it has been former journalism students who have remained in contact in my retirement years since I formed more personal bonds with those who worked on the school newspaper.  And Melody, the young lady who organized the Class of 2015’s party, was one of those students.

The event was held in a bar/billiards establishment.  My wife agreed to accompany me to ensure I’d have at least one person to talk with.  We walked past the billiard tables to a secluded bar area in the back and there was Melody greeting us.  At first, I was surprised how few people had gathered, but by the time the evening was over, nearly 40 people were present; I was one of a handful of teachers.  It was nice to see these former colleagues, but catching up with my students was what made the evening special for me. 

As student after student approached me, I could still detect the younger faces in the more mature visages now in front of me.  A couple of them have married and one recently had her first child.

The highlight of the evening was hearing from them how much they remembered about my classes and the positive impact it made on their lives.   As I have often said, these moments make a teacher’s career feel well spent.  Once students leave our classrooms, we rarely get a chance to see how they are doing years later.  I’m glad I went. Us older teachers need those moments.