20 Years? Seriously?

I've seen a couple of my classmates who have posted their blogs concerning our imminent 20th year reunion. I'm having a hard time believing it's been so long. I really don't know how that many years have passed, just that the clock and calendar ticked them away without me noticing.
I was a good student in high school. Not straight "A's", but generally. My algebra grades were dismal and almost landed me a stint in summer school. The rest weren't too bad. I simply had many other things I would have rather been doing than studying, such as keeping my nose in the book of my choice. I'm still that way, to a certain extent.
I had my circle of friends in high school, some of whom I'm still in touch with. My class was small, and perhaps, a bit more tightly-knit than others. I knew most of the people in my senior class, and was at least on friendly terms with most.
I was not popular, except for being a brainy wierdo who could edit the crap out of an English paper and wore my dad's gray cardigan sweater all the time. I wore penny loafers, not sneakers, and had no money for designer clothes. My parents were not wealthy people and my money mostly came from babysitting jobs. I was on the scholar's bowl team, which, of course, made me even stranger. The guys laughed at me because I was a rabid Cubs fan (still am!) and the girls sneered at my lack of fashion sense, which has only marginally improved. I was overweight, although not nearly as large as I thought I was, and not as big as I am now. Of course, I got a lot of static over that. Why people feel it is remotely their business how much someone weighs, I will never know.
Except for a couple of guys who went to the military ball with me, and bless them for their kindness, I never had a date in high school. No one ever really "liked" me. I was too weird, too big, too everything, except right. One particularly painful episode occurred when I was a junior and our class was selling heart-shaped balloons for Valentine's Day to make money for prom. I was in choir when the balloons were delivered and everyone--everyone--in my classroom got one. But me. You know, it still hurts a little. One sterling example of a "gentleman" told me that if he couldn't find anyone else to date for prom, he would ask me to go with him. Thanks for nothing, you creep.
I lived 17 miles from my high school, and went there because my dad taught in that system. I had a good friend in my hometown, or I would have been friendless at home. I had no social life, no slumber parties, nothing like that. Just me and Mandy, although I wouldn't trade that friendship.
At school, Lisa and I were great friends. She had some popularity issues as well, although we found an easy friendship that has flourished until now. I cherish her presence in my life.
Since then, I've married and work at a newspaper, still editing the crap out of copy, and freelancing. It's one use of my gifts.
I'm more sure of myself now, more thick-skinned (comes with working for the paper), less concerned with what people think about me and happier with my life and myself.
One thing I never lost, although it got a little shaky along the way occasionally, was my faith in God. That faith has sustained me through every bump in the road, over every pothole. Where would I be without my Lord? I don't know if I'll ever do "great" things, but that's all right, now. I have blessings I wouldn't trade for prestige: my faith, my dear husband, my family.
But can it have been 20 years?