The upcoming summer months seem to be the season for high-school reunions and, while I'm not especially big on them myself (read: I haven't gone to one, nor do I anticipate doing so, but never say never, right?), I've been contemplating them with some interest over the past few weeks.
Doesn't help that I recently read Twilight for the first time. (I know, I know--it's been out for 5 years--but I was busy...) It was a story that piqued my curiosity for a number of reasons, not the least of which was because I remember high-school biology. Vividly.
[*Pausing to wave to Erika J.B., my very nice lab partner for Bio I* :-).]
We dissected a mink once. Don't ask. The teacher made us take LOTS of notes on the structure of plant life. (Little good it did my black thumb.) And, sometime when I was 16, I remember falling deeply in love with Mendelian genetics. I'm sure you need no further proof of my geekiness than that, but it was a fascinating subject.
What I don't remember is having a potent bio-lab romantic experience. Really. Not ever. And not just because I was a geek. There were no lustful glances across a table cluttered with glass slides, scalpels or petri dishes. No heated stares filled with intensity or longing taking place anywhere within the vicinity of a human-body chart. No heady scents, save that of formaldehyde. I won my high school's "senior science award." I started college as a bio major and even had a partial scholarship for biology. You understand what I'm saying, right? I spent HOURS in those freakin' labs. Yet, there was not one single hot bio moment in either high school or college. Probably why I eventually switched majors.
But I heard stories. I knew some people out there--somewhere--were doing way more than analyzing amoebas through a microscope on those flat, black and rather cold lab tables. No trihybrid crosses or double helixes for them, baby. And these tales (at least 70% fantasy, I was sure of it!) were enough to make me watch with rapt interest in subsequent years any teen program that featured a bio class as the setting. Who else remembers the first season of "Roswell," hmm? Katherine Heigl, the early years... Her TV-show brother and fellow teen alien, Jason Behr, had bio lab with the doe-eyed human Shiri Appleby. Never before had the study of cheek cells and bacteria been so invigoratingly passionate. Fastforward a bit and we get Stephenie Meyer's Bella and Edward. OMG, the sexual tension in merely looking at onion slices!
These scenes are in no way reminiscent of my personal science-class experiences. And it occurred to me this week, as I was thinking about high-school reunions, that I'm very, very glad. That in some things, I'm grateful my memories are devoid of teen crushes, adolescent angst and the gut-twisting awkwardness of youth. I'll take my bio labs plain and untainted, thank you. There were too many other subjects that weren't so lucky.
Have any of you gone to your high-school reunions? If so, which one(s)? What were your impressions? And, most of all, would you do it again?!