Column: Time flies after Lagoon trip

While I try to be as efficient as possible during the workday, there are times when I spend far too much time scrolling through social media.

At this point, I can tell myself repeatedly not to spend too much online because I'm not quite sure it's excellent for one's mental health, but I still do it more than I should.

With my job, I always try to keep up with Three Forks School's social media accounts. The other day, I read about and saw pictures of the senior class stopping at Lagoon for their senior trip.

This sure did bring back some memories.

I can still remember sometime in May during my senior year, getting on the "Tiger Bus" at some ridiculously early hour and making the three-hour trip for a similar trip to Lagoon. It was to the point in my senior year where time seemed to stand still, with a single school day feeling like it would take a month.

I was eager to finish high school, but I had so much fun that day. It was a tremendous chance to have a blast in a setting where the only concern was how often you could ride "The Old White Roller Coaster" or the "Colossus."

While certainly happy the Three Forks kids had the opportunity to make the trip to Utah, it turned out social media would once again be detrimental to my mental health.

As I started thinking about my trip to Utah, it reminded me how old I was. It had been just about 30 years to the day since my class got together.

Unlike those final days of senior year, the last 30 years have gone too fast. Where did all the time go?

As much as I'd like to forget how long ago I graduated from high school, about every month, I have a friend who also ended up moving to Montana who constantly reminds me that our class reunion is this summer and that we should travel the seven hours to my hometown together.

I attended our first two reunions but have decided to skip this one. I'm unsure how often I can tell my friend no, but as the day inches closer, I will need creative ways to tell her I have no interest in going.

For some reason, it just depresses me to think of how long it has been since I was in school, and I don't need the reminder for three straight days.

The first two reunions were weird enough to wonder if I could handle a third. It was strange to see the same people who remained in their cliques and others who were not shy about "peacocking" their success.

There are certainly a few select people that I would like to see, but not enough to justify making the trip. I love so much about my hometown, but I don't want my identity tied to when I graduated. I'd rather go home another weekend, binge watch some TV with my mom, and eat at all my favorite restaurants.

I probably only talk regularly to about three or four people I went to high school with, so I'm wondering how much fun I'd have seen a couple of hundred people I've had zero or little contact with. At this point, if I picked up a yearbook, I wouldn't remember half the people in my class anyway.

There were so many unforgettable moments in school, but not to the point I needed to travel seven hours to be reminded of how old I am.

Instead, I should get out of the house and do something that will make me smile.

A fair compromise to not attending my reunion would be to make another trip to Lagoon. I've only been a couple of times since my senior trip, so it might be fun to return to a place I made multiple trips to growing up.

Maybe I can Facetime a few select classmates while I'm about ready to go on the "Old White Roller Coaster," but I'm not sure it's still there because it's much older than I am.