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I survived all 3 days of reunion stuff. It was amazing how many people I did not know. I became the class fag hag on Saturday night, until one of my guys broke his leg. He was dancing and either he fell on someone or someone fell on him...never did get that straight. The person he got tangled with kept partying while her husband and I waited for the ambulance to show up so we could guide it into where he was waiting. Luckily one of our alumni is an RN and she made sure he didn't move (the drunk fool wanted to keep going).
All said and done, it was an ok weekend, but I did spend a lot of it being very uncomfortable. I did do a lot of people watching and observed that the overall group dynamics didn't change at all since high school.
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