Suddenly, I was eighteen again. As I read through my upcoming high school reunion agenda, and visualized walking into a bar full of old classmates, I started to feel, well... anxious. It seemed like for every reason that I had to go to my high school reunion, I had another, more pressing reason not to. Not only was I not the popular girl in school, I was the rebel. And why did I have the inexplicable feeling that each and every embarrasing moment I had in high school was going to be hung out at the Friday night social like last week's dirty laundry... Columnist Roz Allen hits a high school reunion to decide whether or not to go to her own.

Suddenly, I was eighteen again. As I read through my upcoming high school reunion agenda, and visualized walking into a bar full of old classmates, I started to feel, well... anxious. It seemed like for every reason that I had to go to my high school reunion, I had another, more pressing reason not to. Not only was I not the popular girl in school, I was the rebel. And why did I have the inexplicable feeling that each and every embarrasing moment I had in high school was going to be hung out at the Friday night social like last week's dirty laundry... Columnist Roz Allen hits a high school reunion to decide whether or not to go to her own.