A Chamberlain High School reunion, but join us anyway, it’s for a good cause

By Catherine Durkin Robinson
PoHo contributor
Catherine Durkin Robinson is a “feminist mother of twins” and a political blogger, working under the title Out in Left Field.
Tummy aches and waves of nausea, that was always my reaction to any reminder of Chamberlain High School and the time I spent there over twenty years ago. Although my memories are mostly positive and my closest friendships formed in its halls, I’d moved on and put those big hair years behind me.
Then something strange happened.
After two decades away from the nonsense, nostalgia started to creep in. Whether we’re talking about the music (New Order kicked ass) or movies (who didn’t relate to one of the characters in The Breakfast Club?), my friends and I eventually started to forget the bad and focus on the good instead.
It also doesn’t hurt to run into the prom king at Publix, his hairline almost completely receded and working on his fourth marriage. He’s more humble and friendlier, too. We laugh about Mrs. Barnes, a favorite teacher long since retired, and share mutual memories.
Suddenly, high school wasn’t so bad.
Then tragedy strikes and you realize you have a lot more in common with these people than you ever realized.










