I can’t believe I used to think I was stressed in high school.

Harry Potter is sort of crazy. I would have never fought a war for my high school.

In high school I was voted “most likely to hold a grudge” and I’m still mad about it.

Why would I go to my high school reunion? I didn’t want to be there the first time.

Facebook is like a never-ending high school reunion.

An escape room, but it’s just your high school reunion.

If you see me out in public but we haven’t talked since high school, let’s keep it that way.

I’m at the age where any time my mom asks if I remember so-and-so from high school, the news is never good.

“You’re so funny!” Thanks, I didn’t get laid in high school.

Acceptance truly begins when you ask Alexa to play classic rock and she plays a song that came out when you were in high school.

I held the door for an old person today and he was like, “didn’t we go to high school together” and we did.

Saw someone from high school. She said she hadn’t seen me in years. That’s likely because I’d always seen her first.

My nickname in high school was “who?”

I hate when an old man tries to friend me on Facebook and then I realize we went to high school together.

I had no social life in high school. Even my imaginary best friend had a date for the prom.

Whenever I lose my faith in justice, I look at the high school beauties from back then today. Then I’m fine again.

Mayor of a small town is such a wild job. It’s like being the president of a country where you went to high school with the whole population.

I don’t want to brag or anything, but I can still fit in the earrings I wore in high school.