Back in January, I discussed the invitation to my 45th high school reunion, and pondered whether I should attend. A few weeks ago I was talking about this reunion with woman at work. She’s a few years younger than I but still of a certain age. She went to her 40th reunion — last year I think she said — for an all-girls Catholic high school.
She assured me there were a couple of male-appearing persons whose names she recognized but that she doesn’t remember taking classes with; and, she said, there were a few female couples. She encouraged me to attend my own upcoming reunion.
That discussion convinced me to email the contact person to sign me up. Before I could actually set aside time to compose the message, however, I got another begging letter from my high school, sent to my home email. When the last begging letter came, I followed the “unsubscribe” link to remove my name. What a coincidence that another email should appear! This was not, like a week or two later; no, several months had passed, plenty of time for the unsubscribe to go through.
I conclude that someone affiliated with the high school either overrode my unsubscription, or resubscribed me without my knowledge.
I am choosing to interpret this event as an indication that this high school or someone affiliated with it does not respect the wishes of its own alumni. I further choose to believe this suggests that I in person would not be treated with respect were I to attend this reunion.
I no longer plan to attend.