I went to my 10-year after being strongarmed into it by a friend, and I had all the same fears that you mentioned, but it turned out a lot better than I anticipated. People were much more interested in finding out about my life than I ever imagined they would be, since I too was a wallflower in high school. And at one point it occurred to me, while I was standing with a few of my old classmates talking, that this was just like being at a cocktail party with nice people, not like high school all over again, and the strides I'd made socially in the 10 years since then really made a difference.

Despite all that, my 15th was last weekend, and I didn't go. I just didn't feel enthusiastic enough about seeing those people again to want to spend time with them.

After the 10th, my friend (the one who dragged me to it) and I talked on the phone about how weird it had been to go to the reunion and then go back to our current lives, the plans we have with current people. We also laughed about how our conversation, our dissection of everyone, was exactly the same conversation as the one we had the day after senior prom.