Whenever I hear of another tragic event at a high school, I just think "there, but for the grace of God, go I." I am very happy that I didn't "snap" from the torture of going to middle- and high-school, but there is no effing way that I ever would consider for one millisecond the idea of going to a reunion. No way.
In fact, several years after high school I legally changed my name, which was essentially a symbolic divorce with that dark past. There are two things I am very thankful for in my life today. One is that I didn't commit suicide at that low point in my life. The other is that I didn't snap and blow up the effing high school. People are right, that things get better as we get older. Yet people also are right, when they observe that a lot of people are just as big of pricks as they were in high school. Some people grow up, and some do not.