I cannot face the fact that Wallace now plays some game called "eight-man football" They may as well just have a flag football team. And being in the same league now as Mullan is beyond what any older Wallace High student should have to endure. So, you see, it is not my school. It is not the place that I so fondly remember and tell my wife and kids about. There have been enough changes to face since I returned, and I cannot even begin to face what some of my old classmates look like now!
For instance, what must GF look like now. Old, decrepit, probably using a cane or walker, false teeth falling out of his mouth, or even worse, gumming his reunion dinner. Oh, the horror of it!
I am sure all the girls who once fueled my teenage hormones are now white-haired, with those matronly figures. Oh, the horror of it. Why, I on the other hand and more fit, dashingly handsome, and charming than ever. I don't want to make the rest of my old chums feel badly about how they have gone over the hill.
So, I will not go. I might venture over there and see if any of my old classmates are around the streets and take a quick peek to see how they have aged, but that is about all. So, in good will to all of my old mates, I will not make them feel like failures, as they surely would if they saw me, and I want to remember them as they were, not the horrible state that they are in. .
And besides that, I am too cheap to pay the fee to go.