Welcome Back,
You Glorious Grown-Ups
And Their Spawn
It’s been two whole decades since we graced the hallowed halls of Hume-Fogg Academic Magnet High School where we learned calculus, Shakespeare, and that sometimes 1st-floor vending machine gives free Fruitopia if you just kick it just right.
Now we’re older, wiser, and definitely have more opinions on home insurance. And guess what? We’re all coming back for one spectacular weekend of remember-when’s, awkward-but-delightful conversations, and the occasional “I almost didn’t recognize you!” moment.
Look, we survived Y2K (barely), befriended MySpace before Facebook existed (RIP Top 8 drama), and figured out how to file our taxes (or at least how to find a professional who can). Let’s celebrate the miracle that we still have (some) hair and (most of) our original teeth. Ready your best stories, your wittiest comebacks, and maybe even those dance moves you secretly practice in your kitchen. This reunion is going to be one for the year books and not just because our original yearbook photos still haunt the halls of social media.
