Having attended high school long ago and far away, I appreciate FaceBook for its easy access qualities. There are so many people that I might never have heard from again with whom I'm in touch. I have to be honest that for many of them, the reality of busy lives in distant geographic locations might not be a great loss for either of us, but I do value the connection I have with more than a few folks.
Even so, this morning when I got a message that the administrator had posted to a private group nominally set up for anyone who attended our school from 76-79, I was a little appalled. He was asking about someone who was requesting to join.
I don't recall either. So I didn't reply to friend request.
and
I believe I graduated with him in 1980... he was a rugby player?
and
he was a fat slob. he probably is still a fat slob. I owe him something that I hope to give to him someday.
Seriously? I felt as if I had been transported back to high school again. The popular kids were running the group, posting their pictures, admitting their friends, and keeping the wannabes out.
I only had one question.
How did I get in?
I may never find out though, because right after that? I quit.
Even so, this morning when I got a message that the administrator had posted to a private group nominally set up for anyone who attended our school from 76-79, I was a little appalled. He was asking about someone who was requesting to join.
I don't recall either. So I didn't reply to friend request.
and
I believe I graduated with him in 1980... he was a rugby player?
and
he was a fat slob. he probably is still a fat slob. I owe him something that I hope to give to him someday.
Seriously? I felt as if I had been transported back to high school again. The popular kids were running the group, posting their pictures, admitting their friends, and keeping the wannabes out.
I only had one question.
How did I get in?
I may never find out though, because right after that? I quit.
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