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Seneca High School Class of 2000

As strange as it seems, apparently five years have passed since our graduation from high school. This is our opportunity to catch up with old friends ranging from, “don’t you remember me, I sat five rows behind you in English” to the “remember the time we ate paste together in first grade.” Yeah, you can tell how much I’m looking forward to this.

For some reason I’m having a very hard time thinking about a class reunion without Grosse Pointe Blank coming to mind. Oh well, guess I still need to decide if I’m going or not.

Marcella: You know, when you start getting invited to your ten year high school reunion, time is catching up.
Martin Q. Blank: Are you talking about a sense of my own mortality or a fear of death?
Marcella: Well, I never really thought about it quite like that.
Martin Q. Blank: Did you go to yours?
Marcella: Yes, I did. It was just as if everyone had swelled.

[Practicing in a mirror before his high school reunion]
Marty: Hi. I’m, uh, I’m a pet psychiatrist. I sell couch insurance. Mm-hmm, and I – and I test-market positive thinking. I lead a weekend men’s group, we specialize in ritual killings. Yeah, you look great! God, yeah! Hi, how are you? Hi, how are you? Hi, I’m Martin Blank, you remember me? I’m not married, I don’t have any kids, and I’d blow your head off if someone paid me enough.