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Yesterday I was on my class reunion. 10 years anniversary after graduation from German high school (aka Gymnasium). To say the least I was quite concerned to go there. It was the first time I ever went to a class reunion. 10 years ago I was very happy to leave school and that I never would have to see my classmates again, most of them, that is. Many of them (but of course not all) I consider responsible for a having a very bad time in school. Disrespect, intolerance, bullying, etc., going on for years. I had to force myself to go to that class reunion, and expose myself to living memories that would no doubt feel uncomfortable to be faced with. But then there was little to loose and a good deal of curiosity to be satisfied. The worst thing that could happen would be wasting my time (which of course I would have done in some other way if I wouldnt have gone there).

There were only few people that actually had made it. Every single one appeared surprisingly recognizable. However, in contrary to what I expected I found the event to be full of interesting talk, remembering what there was to remember of good times, and to see that people actually had grown up and were finally respecting each other.

That was not so bad at all.