It’s time to let everyone in on my age: I graduated from high school 10 years ago. Another fun secret: I was class president. What does this mean? It means that more than a year out, I started getting emails and Facebook messages from friends asking me when our reunion was. REUNION! How would I even plan that? Where would I begin? Where would I get the hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars such a large event would require? Luckily for me, and the madame president of 2000, Reunions by Class Act exists. They are a fabulously nice husband-and-wife team who work tirelessly to plan a great party and find all of your classmates. Doing it on Facebook just doesn’t work — I graduated with just more than 400 people, and I only found 200. We had some great surprises in May with people who we literally had not seen since walking across the stage, because they aren’t on Facebook! But they’d received the postcard, and they came to the reunion. I feel guilty because so many classmates thanked me for my hard work, but I feel like I didn’t work *that* hard thanks to RBCA. They were amazing. If we end up doing a 20-year and they’re still at it, they will definitely be hearing from me again.