Who wants to get the band back together? Apparently it’s a popular refrain nowadays: the British rock band Oasis–best known on this side of the pond for that “Wonderwall” tune often sung loudly and terribly on high school senior class bus trips to Carowinds–has gone on social media to announce a big reunion tour in the UK and Ireland starting in the summer of 2025.

Let me tell you, nothing screams ‘rock n’ roll’ more than waiting in a virtual Ticketmaster line for eons and eons while Liam Gallagher tells you to shut up on Twitter–or whatever it’s called nowadays. A word to the wise for those lucky (or unlucky) few who have secured Oasis tickets already: get insurance on them ASAP. Because there’s literally no guarantee that the Gallagher brothers won’t just have another meltdown and cancel the whole dang tour anyway. Don’t look back in anger, kids.

And speaking of ‘high school’ and ‘reunions’, that Oasis tour news wasn’t even the most shocking development I saw on my feeds recently. Yesterday morning, a spokesperson from my high school alma mater sent me a message on Facebook informing me that my five-year reunion is coming up, and asked whether or not I would like to attend.

Readers, there was a not-so-insignificant part of me that wanted to walk next door to the lovely Richmond Hill Swim Club and chuck my phone into the deep end of their pool, but I settled for laughing in disbelief instead.

‘A reunion?’ I asked myself. ‘That’s so embarrassing, who would even go?’ A few choice expletives also flew around in my head.

As a Gen Z native, I had honestly thought that high school reunions were only used in cable television sitcoms as plot devices for filler episodes. I didn’t realize that (a) high school reunions still existed and (b) people actually still go to them. Perhaps for my parents’ generation they still mean something–my mom actually went to one reunion for her high school a while back: at least in 1990s Colombia, they used to announce reunion dates for area high schools on local radio stations. Imagine tuning in to your favorite radio station blasting some top salsa hits when suddenly your Monday morning commute is being interrupted by a DJ announcing a reunion for some random all-girls Catholic school in your neighborhood. (I better not give East Liberty Street any ideas).

But in the age of Facebook, Instagram, and the dreaded LinkedIn (for those chronic overachievers), there’s really no reason to subject oneself to standing in a high school gym sharing cocktails with folks with whom the only thing you have in common is a class ring and an acquired predilection for jaywalking. (How else could we have made it to Dressell Hall for Health class on time?)

Andrea Gutierrez is the managing editor of the Bryan County News. She does NOT endorse jaywalking, and encourages her readers to follow posted signage for pedestrians, even when they are late for class. Stop Crying Your Heart Out, downtown Savannahians.