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

During our reunion, it came out — over alcohol — that a social group of 'cool people' had all been having orgies together during high school...except for one of them. He had always seemed like a core member of the group from the outside, but for some reason, he was never clued in to the fact that all of his friends were f**king each other en masse for basically as long as they've known each other. There was some very eye-opening, loud screaming.

A guy tried to impress everyone by showing us a magic trick (one where there’s a blade behind numerous cups) he proceeded to guess where the blade was not, rammed his hand down a cup and ended up stabbing himself. After he stabbed himself, he froze and fainted, causing more injury. He’s fine now.

My 10-year reunion killed itself before it happened. Turns out our class president — who is traditionally in charge of organizing — took a hard turn into a Footloose character after high school. No alcohol was allowed, not even BYOB. A few classmates in a reasonably successful band offered to play for free, but she was adamant that there'd be no music or dancing. Plus-ones were for spouses only. Two guys happily told her they'd bring their husbands, and she kicked them out from the Facebook page. The food would be catered from a grocery store whose food is actually OK, but tickets were $60. It was ultimately canceled because, out of our class of 300, less than 10 people bought tickets.

The venue was the high school's soccer field. In Iowa. In August. We were welcome to bring our own chairs. A few people then offered to bring beanbags and bocce and similar games. She said no because it would make the reunion 'too much like tailgating.' Instead, she suggested the entertainment be a guided tour of the school, which had undergone zero changes since we graduated.

Some girl confessed to cheating on her high school sweetheart, thinking enough time had passed that it wouldn’t bother him. She thought wrong. This was our 10-year reunion, and the two of them hadn’t seen each other in years. As far as I know, they broke up shortly after high school ended. After she broke the news — somewhat nonchalantly as well — the guy flipped out and slapped her, then started screaming at her. She ran away, at which point he broke down, said something about wasting his high school years, and left.

We still managed to have a good time even after all that though, which was nice.

Not mine, but my mother went back to her 40 year reunion last summer. In December she left my father (36 years of marriage) for her high school sweetheart and is now living with him.

We'd been there less than an hour. Having a great time reconnecting. Suddenly an old friend approached and said, "Is that your wife over there? She's pretty hammered" And as we watched, she tripped and fell face-first, full body crash onto a 12 top table where many of my old classmates were sitting.

The table broke, food and drinks flew everywhere, I walked over, scooped her up and half-carried/half-walked her out the door. She took xanax before going (unbeknownst to me) and was an alcoholic who started slamming drinks as soon as she got there. So... Good Times...

The people who were supposed to plan our reunion dropped the ball, so this other dude stepped up. He was in grad school and working at a banquet hall, so his boss offered the space for free. It was a really nice gesture, and he seemed really into it. He had been miserable in high school — grumpy, sullen, unpleasant, and mean. He came out in college, so maybe the weight of keeping his sexuality secret was part of why he was unpleasant. Anyway, he created a Facebook event and asked people to Venmo him the $15–$20 cost of admission prior to attending. I sent him a private message asking what that covered. Food? Drinks? The space was free, after all. He then posted publicly that if the cost was too steep, 'Message [him] to work out financial aid.' What? I then publicly posted asking what the cost covered, and others began asking, too. He said it'd go toward a bartender and server dedicated to the event space, as well as food. OK, fair. Folks, HE WAS THE SERVER.

I was working a s**t job and had no savings at the time, so I was neither interested in having my former classmates pity me nor gunning to shell out money to attend. Plus, my s**tty ex might be there, and that didn't feel worth it. My friend showed up having not yet paid him, and he barred her entry.

The people who had paid the admission cost showed up to an empty banquet hall, where he gave them a menu and told them to order their own food and drink from him. He then pocketed the admission ticket money as his fee. After an hour, he brought out one grocery store sheet cake for 75 people to share. That was it.

We learned that the woman who was arranging it all was using the info to fish for new members for the NXIVM cult, saying it was a self improvement group.

At my five-year reunion, one guy (who was always kind of a marginal figure in high school but a nice person) after some sort of discussion, got his paycheck out and started loudly saying, 'Now do you think I'm a loser?' and 'Don't believe how much I make? Check this out!' Of course, that just made things worse, and everyone laughed at him. I mean, he had his paycheck on him? I haven't seen him since.

10 year reunion invite came up and I thought 'yeah looks like it could be fun'.

I notice the venue is fancy restaurant. Disappointed, expecting some sort of party. Room is very limited.. for a class of over 100 you would think they would have picked a venue with over 25 capacity.

I start reaching out to all the friends I've kept in touch with. Not one of them is even remotely interested in going. My old high school best friend suggests we catch up at his and drink, instead. Havnt seen him in years so I bail on the reunion.

Turns out almost no one went. One of the girls that organised the thing was begging my mate to go, because she was so embarassed how little people had RSVPd. She ended up bailing, herself. Turns out for the 10 people that actually went (half of which organised it), they had to be split up, since they booked a place that was not intended for large groups of people.

Unironically, the same group that organised it took it upon themselves to organise our end of school formal (aussie for prom). They decided for themselves that we didn't want to go with the original plan and completely replanned it without really consulting the general student body. So many people bailed on it that they had to start inviting ex students (dropped out, changed schools, expelled - takes some real s**t to get expelled from a Catholic school in Australia) just to meet the minimum capacity the venue required to move forward with the date.

Honestly, I know they meant wepl, but this group ruined the formal for a lot of people. I don't know why I expected anything good from their reunion.

Apparently the after party was wild, though. Someone almost got thrown off the boat (literally into the water at 2 in the morning), and a guy we know copped a dick in the eye.