Today was a fulfilled day. Today being a holiday, my mom, my husband and I went out shopping in Denton. We went to Target, where one of my best friends, Elizabeth works. I had a long and interesting talk with her. I asked her about a class reunion. I had never heard anything about any kind of a reunion in the past, so I was curious if there even was such a thing for us. Elizabeth informed me that there was a ten year reunion. That would have been 2005. I have never ever heard anything about this reunion. Then she informed me that the class reunion was held at Ashley Wright's house. After Elizabeth told me that bit of information, it all became clear. I was always the outcast in school. The one that all of the rich snobs and preppies made fun of and bullied. So naturally I would not get invited to such a reunion. Elizabeth wasn't even invited by the classmates, only by a parent of a classmate.
Well this just proved to me that the snobs and bullies of Pilot Point still have cold hearts and are still immature. I even recently tried to add a football player to my MySpace friends list. Guess I was denied, as usual. I have grown up and got past all of the bullys and criticism in high school. But you know, it hurts to be an adult and have your own classmates not include you on a once in a lifetime event.
Pilot Point class of 1995. If you did not have money, new cars, designer clothes, was not a cheerleader, football player, then you were a nobody and was constantly picked on. Your feelings didn't matter. The only people that mattered in Pilot Point were the slutty cheerleaders, rich kids whose daddys that bought them a brand new Camaro every year you were in high school, the rich bitch snobs that had their daddys that lived in Europe, and the meat head football players. Our graduation song was freaking "Freebird" by Lynard Skynard because that's what the football players wanted. What the hell... this is class of 1995... not 1975!
You know, the rich society of the class of 1995 needs to wake up and smell the coffee. They are not from a classy school such as Dallas or Houston. No. They are from a sheep, cow and horse covered tiny shit town. You're not so classy when you have sheep shit on your feet all of the time. But go ahead, live in your "perfect" little fantasy land that you are as rich and classy as Marilyn Monroe or James Dean. Maybe money is all you have left, seeing how you never grew a heart. I may have been poor, unpopular, and my clothes may have been hand me downs. I may not have wore 3 inches of makeup on my face. I may have rode the bus up to graduation day. But I have a heart. I have found a man that loves me for me. I have true love. I didn't marry because of money like most of you have.
I am truly happy with myself and my life. Can you HONESTLY say the same about yours? I think not......
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