People Are Sharing The 30 Worst Things That Happened At Their High School Reunions

My 10-year reunion was hosted at a nice hotel banquet hall and had a decent turnout — more than 100 people. There was one guy I'd known all throughout high school who was also a well-known stoner. I'll call him Chris. Chris walks into the banquet hall, stops in his tracks, turns around in a very slow circle, and surveys the entire room. He then says, 'Whoa...' and looks visibly alarmed. Once his eyes settle on me, I say, 'Hey, Chris! Long time no see, man!' He slides over to me and whispers in my ear, 'This is really weird...I'm pretty sure I know every single person in this room.' That's when I realize he's wearing the same clothes as the banquet hall workers. OH MY GOD. CHRIS IS WORKING AS A SERVER AT HIS OWN HIGH SCHOOL REUNION, AND HE HAS NO CLUE WHAT IS HAPPENING.
I walk him out to the front lobby and explain it's our 10-year high school reunion. He is mortified and beyond embarrassed. He was never contacted and didn't even realize it had been 10 years since we graduated. He just knew he was working another catering gig in a neverending series of catering gigs.

I make him take me to his manager and explain what's happening. I tell the manager there is NO WAY this guy is working his own high school reunion. Awesomely, the manager agrees. We find a different suit jacket and tie for him, and I take Chris back to the party. He ended up having a good night.

My buddy took a headbutt to the face from a kid he used to bully... so that was awesome

At my 10-year reunion, the organizers were giving 'awards' for the person who came the farthest to attend, the person with the most kids, etc. The award came up for who had the oldest kid, and people started shouting out their kids' ages. When it quieted down, this shy girl near the front said in a normal voice, 'Eleven.' We all then realized why we'd stopped seeing Heather right before graduation.

It was at a convention center and the college hockey game was next door. Once the game ended some drunk guy came in and started eating scones and went to the bar and pounded about 5 free beers before security kicked him out, he stuffed scones in his pockets while being escorted to the door.

I was never invited to my reunion but hitting that reunion after the hockey game was awesome, I'll never forget the taste of those pocket scones.

My sister, my-now husband, and I were all in the same graduating class. Plus, my husband's best friend, whose name is something like 'John Smith' — very common. He was very popular in high school and a super-nice guy who stood out in a crowd. If you didn't know him, you certainly knew of him. Anyway, the 20-year reunion rolled around, and only my sister went. She called right after and was very upset. Apparently, there was a huge memorial wall for John Smith, who'd just died. None of us knew! It was awful, but then my husband was like, 'Wait, we just saw him?' He called John up and was like, 'Hey, dude, are you dead?' No. Not dead. Surprised, but not dead. It turned out the other, less popular John Smith had died. They made a lovely memorial for the wrong guy.

We still run into people, to this day, who see him and are like, 'Hey...aren't you supposed to be dead?'

We had a teacher in high school that told us "by the time you reach your 10-year reunion, at least one of your classmates will have died" during a discussion about mortality. Ten-year reunion arrives and nobody from our class has died.

Saturday night of the reunion we're partying and having a good old time. One of the organizers gets up to the microphone and is making some announcements, she gets a blank look on her face and drops to the floor.

Brain aneurysm, she was dead before she hit the floor.

When I was in seventh grade, this bully, John, grabbed a wool scarf that my mother had knitted for me off of my head. He then threw the scarf into a pile of muddy leaves and jumped on it. When I went home that day, my mother was furious. The scarf was torn and muddy. She made me tell her who did it and then called the school principal to yell at him. The next day, John got pulled into the principal's office and paddled (back when they still paddled kids). At our 50-year reunion, John came up to me and angrily said, 'You got me into trouble in seventh grade!' I got him in trouble?! Worst, 55 years later, he's still mad about it. I said, 'John, you were a dick in high school, and you're still a dick,' and I walked away.

The class officers did a 5 year reunion on Thanksgiving weekend at a local bar. They only invited who they had liked (30-40 people). One of the people they didn't invite had become a police officer who talked his superviser into running a DUI checkpoint. Almost half the people who went ended up going to jail that night. Two of the organizers ended up with drug charges as well as DWIs. The 10 year started off better, but still ended up being a cluster f**k. They decided to go with a picnic the same place we had our senior picnic. One of the class officers had started a catering company and gave themselves the job. About 1/3 of the people ended up with food poisoning. Thankfully covid caused our 20 year to be canceled.

Someone told me, 'You're not a failure — be yourself!' So when I went, I proudly told them what I was doing these days: Working a $9.25 per hour job and going back to school after having gotten my life together in rehab and back on track. I was proud! Well, they all pitied me. One dude even tried to give me money. It made me feel bad about my current progress. I hate people.

This one is just kind of depressing -

My 10 year high school reunion was of course organized by the “popular kids”. They girls that still lived in our small hometown and were past their peak. They are really rotten people - I was actually in their group until they started bullying me in middle school.

By the time our reunion rolled around, I believe, four, of our graduating class has passed away.

At one point they had us all sit down and they dimmed the lights for a slide show that was in memorial for ONE of our lost classmates, the one they were of course good friends with.

I was so furious I stormed out- maybe because I was friends with another girl we lost. But how self centered do you have to be to have a class reunion and at least not do some research and have a memorial for everyone gone??

At my 20-year reunion, two guys got arrested for fist fighting on the sidewalk outside the bar. Why were they fighting? One of the guys slept with the other guy's girlfriend in high school and drunkenly brought up the 20-year-old fling. Neither of them married or even dated her after high school, but 20 years later, those idiots got charged over her.

Not really BAD, but a girl who didn't show had her picture on the "in memoriam" table with a candle lit. She didn't really keep up with anybody and everyone couldn't believe she was dead but no one knew what had happened.

That's because she was, in fact, not dead and showed up about half way through, much to the surprise of everyone else. It was like seeing an actual ghost. While she wasn't real happy about it initially, it all ended as a funny story. Then she actually died a year later. Our 20th is next year and she'll be on that table again, but won't be showing up.

Small college reunion with my core group of friends from university. This was about 5 years after graduation. We all partied pretty hard in school, but mellowed out in our late twenties. Decided to all meet up for dinner at a local bar/restaurant. Think Applebees, but nicer.

One guy showed up already wasted, with a duffle bag full of multiple packets of weed and the bottle he started on before meeting us. He decided we were boring, finished his bottle in the restroom, and refused to come out. He ended up passing out there.

Bartender kicked him out. He came alone in an uber, and we had no idea where he lived. None of us wanted to take him to our places (he was angry, puking and belligerent), so we dropped him off at his last known address.

His parents' house.

Both of them answered the door, and we handed him over. It was past midnight and incredibly awkward.

He's not invited to the next reunion.

I had just had my baby a few months before and another girl had just had twins around the same time as me. She was super coked up and drunk and wouldn’t stop crying to me about how she was so jealous of how good of a mom I was to my daughter.

Sat her down and told her about suffering from Depression and anxiety after having my daughter and that it’s okay to not have it all together.

One of my friends got someone pregnant back in the day, and she kept the kid. They've both been great about it — he helps financially, but that was the extent of his contribution. She married soon out of high school and met a great guy who has been the de facto dad. Either way, the reunion was held during the day, and they let you bring your kids. Well, someone let slip that my friend is that kid's 'real' dad, and the kid heard it. It was a f**king s**t show.

Everyone was trying to figure out who said that, how someone could spill that secret, etc. In the end, my friend pretended he was shocked and laughed it off as a joke. Honestly, in front of the kid, it was probably a good move.

The High School I went to had a really big gang problem. A great many people didn't attend due to being in prison.

Some of those who were in gangs in high school had worked their way through the ranks...

One in particular was pretty high up, he decided to show up. It was generally peaceful, until somebody decided to stick him with a knife. Then all hell broke loose.

The dude that got shanked was a colossal ass to me through all of high school, and now he's bleeding profusely from multiple stab wounds. Being an off duty medic, I did what I do, half expecting him to bleed out on the gym floor. He didn't remember me, there wasn't that movie moment between us. I doubt he even recognized me, I just kept plugging holes and thinking I shouldn't have worn my nice shoes.

Cops and EMS arrived, few people got arrested, he survived, I ended up tossing my favorite dress shoes and a really nice pair of pants because they were too bloodsoaked to rescue.

This was not my reunion, but my husbands.

In high school my husband was (and still is) a very reserved and quiet person. He tolerates no BS though. I call him my John Wayne. He is also 6 years older than I am.

We arrive at the venue, and everyone is mingling. All of a sudden, a woman calls out my husband's name and runs over. He introduces me and she looses her ever loving mind.

Apparently she had been in love with him since elementary school but hadn't ever said anything and she planned on asking him on a date that night. She has no idea he was married or that his wife (me) was 7 months pregnant.

She bursts into tears and starts yelling at me incoherently. Turns out she is living with bipolar disorder and was also an addict at that time which is why she reacted that way. We still choose to leave less than 20 minutes of arriving though.

Someone confessed to me that I was his 'dream girl' at our reunion. Meanwhile, his date was his fiancé. I barely knew him in high school. Unfortunately for his fiancé, she didn’t know anyone there, and he refused to leave with her. He drunkenly told me, 'I’m not leaving with her; I'm leaving with you.' I told his fiancé to text me when their car was outside. I then whispered, 'Let's go,' to him, walked him out, and put him in her car. I'll never forget the look on his face when he realized who was driving. I said, 'Yeah, that's how tonight is going to end.' They still got married so...

I got invited to my 5yr a few years back. I went to a pretty hick school and my graduating class was like 90 people. I didn’t attend because I hated almost everyone I went to school with but I kept getting added to the group chat every time I’d leave it, eventually blocked them all. Apparently that whole reunion was a s**t show, I foundout from a friend who did decide to go last minute. They had a big ass bonfire out in the middle of nowhere and the “cool” kids from high school decided to smoke everyone out while showing off their big ass diesel trucks. From what Ive was told was that most everyone got incredibly f**ked up and a bunch of them decided to start shooting guns intoxicated. The only other notable thing that happened was one of the “cool” guys who was f**king stupid in high school thought it’d be a great idea to toss a full propane container into the bonfire. As soon as my friend saw him tossing it in he immediately decided to leave. I have no idea if anybody got hurt or not but I bet people did. 5 years is not enough time to change anybody and I will NEVER attend a class reunion.

For everyone asking I live in the Pacific Northwest

This guy who was so snooty back in high school had arrived late for the dinner portion of our reunion. All of the seats at his old friends' table were already taken, so he sullenly sat down with the likes of us. I took pity on him because most people at the table ignored him and started asking him questions, like how he's fared since graduation. The DJ was blasting music, so everyone was yelling over the table to be heard. I asked him what he was doing now, and he said that he worked at a law firm. I said, 'That's impressive. Are you a lawyer or studying to be a lawyer?' He said that he was 'working on it,' so I asked what he did now at the firm. I kid you not — it was a movie moment. The DJ cut the music so the MC could make an announcement just as this guy — who'd been getting frustrated with my questions — shouted back, 'I'm a mailroom clerk!' Everyone stared. I hate to say this, but accidental justice was served. He was taken down a peg or two by his own hands.