I went to HS under communists. Because my father was stanch anti-communist who disliked Russians with passion, I was unable to go to HS anywhere in the county. I have to go to neighboring county because commies in my town would not let me graduate. My HS had excellent teachers. We had teachers who were anticommunists, and were unable to perform their job due government repression or purges. Our English teacher was a lady, who studied in UK, after her return she was forbidden to teach at the university and was shoveled into my HS. We had a scientist who was part of the team working on developing microwave ovens, but refused to collaborate with communist regime, and ended as our science teacher. We had these teachers who were extremely brilliant, but due political system, were forbidden to be in their field. Eventually, this HS was used as staging ground during Revolution. One of my teacher was arrested by secret police during the lectures, was hooded up and taken away with handcuffs, never seen there again by his students in the city.
If I would go to my HS reunion it would reminder me these turbulent years. Otherwise, I am not much interested to meet with my classmates and I do not think much about the place. Food was horrible, we had to carry our own mess tin and most of us were hungry during the classes. Sometimes we only got soup and bread for lunch. We had to work after HS. Definitely, I am not missing anything, except to be 18 years old.