I love Facebook as much as I loved standing in my High School hallway among the row of lockers mine belonged to.
If you were a teenager in 1986, you'll understand what I mean by saying, the locker rows were our social networking site.
Your locker was where the magic happened, the gossip centre, the social planning, the sightings...
Our lockers were a tool for expressing our identities or at least the identity we wanted everyone to believe. We displayed photos of ourselves, photos of our friends, photos of our favorite bands.
We had a mirror and kept a surplus of Final Net hairspray. We decorated our lockers, kept our cigarettes and other secrets all tucked in behind the pad locked door.
In 1986, the contents of someones locker gave you a quick idea of who they were, what they were into.
A quick snapshot for the passerby.
If you were a teenager in 1986, you'll understand what I mean by saying, the locker rows were our social networking site.
Your locker was where the magic happened, the gossip centre, the social planning, the sightings...
Our lockers were a tool for expressing our identities or at least the identity we wanted everyone to believe. We displayed photos of ourselves, photos of our friends, photos of our favorite bands.
We had a mirror and kept a surplus of Final Net hairspray. We decorated our lockers, kept our cigarettes and other secrets all tucked in behind the pad locked door.
In 1986, the contents of someones locker gave you a quick idea of who they were, what they were into.
A quick snapshot for the passerby.
Two and a half decades later and we have Facebook to do the same.
Now to take this one step further:
Time spent on Facebook is our modern version of the 8 hour Saturday detention, free of Principal Vernon. You can leave or check in, day or night.
We've all added each other, basically acknowledging our existence "Hey, hey, hey, hey...Oooooo whoa!".
However, 25 years later, the same people from the High School cliques quickly reassembled.
Now to take this one step further:
Time spent on Facebook is our modern version of the 8 hour Saturday detention, free of Principal Vernon. You can leave or check in, day or night.
We've all added each other, basically acknowledging our existence "Hey, hey, hey, hey...Oooooo whoa!".
However, 25 years later, the same people from the High School cliques quickly reassembled.
With the exception of a "Happy Birthday" here and there (still better then what would've happened back in 1986) no communication is exchanged amongst groups.
On my Facebook Friends List at this time I have:
John Bender
Several Andrew Clarkes
A surplus of Allison Reynold's
Wyatt Donnelly (he's actually my husband)
Gary Wallace
Deb and Hilly X 10
The Gymnast
The Pot Head
The Weenies
Long Duck Dong but from Denmark
Samantha and Mike Baker
Grandma Helen
Grandpa Fred
I have a longtime pending Friend Request for Jake Ryan - Go Figure!
Bad news about The Geek: The Geek is blocked!
Sorry Andrew Clarke - "We're all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better
at hiding it, that's all." - The Geek couldn't hide it, so The Geek is blocked!
Duckie is MIA as is Steff, Steff who we collectively loathed in High School and are
still loathing 25 years later!
On my Facebook Friends List at this time I have:
John Bender
Several Andrew Clarkes
A surplus of Allison Reynold's
Wyatt Donnelly (he's actually my husband)
Gary Wallace
Deb and Hilly X 10
The Gymnast
The Pot Head
The Weenies
Long Duck Dong but from Denmark
Samantha and Mike Baker
Grandma Helen
Grandpa Fred
I have a longtime pending Friend Request for Jake Ryan - Go Figure!
Bad news about The Geek: The Geek is blocked!
Sorry Andrew Clarke - "We're all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better
at hiding it, that's all." - The Geek couldn't hide it, so The Geek is blocked!
Duckie is MIA as is Steff, Steff who we collectively loathed in High School and are
still loathing 25 years later!
~ Libby
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