My 10 year reunion was a pivitol moment in my life. I didn't want to go but my parents hijacked my kids, gave me money for a tank of gas and arranged for me for a place to stay.

It ended up being a confidence building exercise.

I was the wallflower, the picked on student, terrified of the 'great-oh's'.

The popular boys had grown up and moved on. The popular girls never grew up at all. They were still *****es concerned with appearance and still were in their clique, still looking down their noses, still total turds.

Guess who ignorred them? Yep. the previously great-oh guys hung out with the rest of us women and I really had a good time. For the first time in my life I felt some sense of worth. With the confidence I returned home and had the strength to leave an abusive husband. I only wish I had that confidence back now.

Due to a conflict I was unable to return for the 25th but I hear it was the same - everyone got along together and had a great time except for - you guessed it - the same clique of great-oh girls.