Who wants to go back to high school?

How many people actually enjoyed high school? I mean seriously: Acne, mind numbing assignments, that 100 year old teacher that smelled like she had already been embalmed, and don't get me started on cheerleaders. Last Sunday I met a former classmate while out for lunch with my family. She proceeded to tell me, in her still bubbly and annoying voice, that May 27 th of this year is the tenth anniversary of our high school graduation and apparently they are planning a reunion. WHY? I have spent the last ten years trying to forget these people, why would I want to spent an evening trapped in a room with them? High school was not fun for me no matter how you slice it. I was short,(that hasn't changed) wore glasses, (at least now they're smaller), and everyone picked on me. I spent most of my time hiding behind a book or in the library. I figured it was better to avoid any social situations in order to avoid getting picked on. I had a small group of friends, fellow outcasts, with whom to commiserate, but other than that I was alone. Yes, I had a steady boyfriend my junior year and after my senior year, but the bastard made me cry at my senior prom, and was most likely cheating on me at the time, since by my nineteenth birthday he was engaged to another girl but still seeing me! So that part really sucked. I spent my teenage years as the victim of rude comments, vicious rumors, and being the object of the cheerleaders "makeover" obsession. For those of you who don't know what this is, it's when the cheerleaders decide to make you their pet project and try to change your physical appearance and tell how to act. Like these plastic, bubble headed, clones know what is going on.
I realize that I've come pretty far in the last ten years, but only in some areas. Yes, I have gotten a tiny bit taller (I can now reach the top shelf in the kitchen cabinet), I finished college with not one, but two degrees: with my eyes on a third, I've been in a stable relationship for nearly seven years, but I've fallen short of other things. I still live a home, I don't own my own car, and I work at a dead end job. (I just realized that my life is pathetic, please observe a moment of silence)
I just am not sure if I could do this, if I can face these people and stand up to the mental criticism. I barely have enough hutzpah to stand up for myself against my family, let alone one hundred and one other people. I guess we'll just have to wait and see.