Class of 1984 30th Reunion
Monday, September 1, 2014
In retrospect to the famed movie "The Breakfast Club and our recent Lane Tech 30th reunion...... by Robert Thompson ('84)
A weekend has already passed, and memories last. As the story unfolds.....30 years ago, some of us were "Jocks" when others were the "Brains" while some were "Princesses", "Loners", and others the "Troublemakers"
The movie unfolds on an early Saturday morning as parents were dropping their sons and daughters off at school to begin their long day of detention. But Saturday night July 26th wasn't detention, nor were our parents transporting us to the school reunion, but it definitely was a time to renew, reacquaint lost friendships of a lost time. 10 years have passed since our last reunion, and it's been over 30 years since the day we took the walk of "Pomp and Circumstance."
Of the legions of graduates from the June class of 1984, a small cluster came, many stayed in touch over the years, others reacquainted themselves within the Facebook realm or one of the other newer modes of staying in touch via social medias.
We changed in so many ways, For sure we grew older, wider, balder, grayer, a bit wrinkled, But we also grew wiser, more experienced, and crafted. Regardless we're still "Jocks", "Brains", (nerds, dorks, geeks, & dweebs, all included) "Princesses", "Loners", "Troublemakers". But on the weekend of July 26th that didn't matter anymore, because we were former classmates & friends from one of the city's better High Schools.
As the evening progressed, time seemed to have been boundless, infinity with never ending spatiality, we came, we saw, we mingled, laughed, cried, reminisced of the old, appreciating the present, and looked towards the future of lasting friendships.
On Sunday, few showed up at the Foster Avenue Beach, while others either droopily stayed in bed from the previous night's raucous partying or family time was addressed. All in all, we weren't there, but stemming from the pictures, you all had a great time.
As Monday rolled around, the mass of graduates from Saturday night was cut in half, but still sizable enough to enjoy the tour of the halls and grounds of our gleaming high school alma mater, Lane Tech. 30 years has changed us all, 30 years later the school still stands, graciously and proudly aging here and there, but as we strolled the halls and grounds, I paid special attention to the ghosts of my past by peering in the rooms in which I had sat, where I walked, and talked, visualizing the teachers explaining and sharing class assignments and of course the homework.
We stomped the grounds where we once stood, toiled, grew, shared, and paved the way for our futures sake.
As the tour ended, we all took the last walk towards "Hero's Subs" one last time, how that little white structure withstood our mass of bodies through one door, I don't know, and 30 years later I have to admit, it was my first time there and I'm glad I got to share that experience with my wife Trisha as well as with the class of 1984!
A weekend and 30 years have passed, The Packinghouse is once again The Packinghouse, while Foster Avenue Beach is still the Foster Avenue Beach, and of course, Lane Technical High School will always be Lane Technical High School with our ghosts of yesteryear still stomping the grounds on which we walked........Time is endearing and ghosts never die.
As the movie comes to an ending, all felt satisfied & enriched for they shared a day that they'll remember forever. As John Bender walks across the football field, raising a triumphant defiant fist, he now knows he conquered a day of making real friends as last weekend so did we -- the Lane Tech class of 1984!