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Posted on 05/17/2014 5:18:03 PM PDT by windcliff
Facebook killed my high school reunion .
In a way, the high school reunion is as unashamedly American as apple pie and Chevrolet. Go on — ask your parents if they had one. I’d wager that the majority of them would say that they did, and in fact, they probably retain quite a few memories. Someone was shockingly large; someone was stunningly beautiful; someone had completely fallen off of the wagon. The high school reunion’s primary allure was the possibility — nay, the probability — of a few shockers, coupled with the underlying desire to show up and impress the folks who ragged on you with devilish persistence back in the day. Seeing anyone, let alone someone you once spent a great deal of time with, after a decade of absence is sure to be an interesting occasion.
Unfortunately for this generation, such a spectacle is nearly impossible to still find.
For as wonderful as Facebook is at keeping us connected to souls we’d otherwise lose contact with, it also removes the allure of “catching up.” For friends who refresh the site as frequently as the majority of users, it’s fairly easy to keep track of highlights from all of your friends’ lives. Facebook has made it impossible to see a connected friend 10 years later and feel as if any time has passed. Some would argue that’s a boon, but it single-handedly destroyed my high school reunion.
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It is. We lost one of ours last week, very suddenly, and we all feel the loss of someone special
FB was instrumental in organizing ours. And updates are nice but actually SEEING your friends is far superior.
If they unfriend you, so what?
Video killed the radio star.
Or you find out that girl you lusted after in high school turned out to be a lesbian.
Facebook. Another reason to stay from the evil.
Yahoogroups enabled mine 15 years ago, and that was a feat because it was the DOD school in Yokohama (now Kinnick High in Yokosuka), and so unlike most high school classes, we were literally scattered around the world, without any contact with each other until the internet brought us together. But FB keeps us in perpetual connection, which provides an incentive to scheduling a reunion so we can f2f those whose lives we have been more connected to because of FB.
That actually happened with me.
>> “Facebook is a place you can catch up with old high school companions, learn that some of them have become liberals and spend your time infuriating them on every liberal commentary by shredding every statement they make.” <<
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I do that, but with my “gimmie sumthin fer nuttin” relatives.
400 or so in mine of the class of 89. Out of that, I sort of keep in touch with a handful via facebook.
I’ve never been to a reunion and have no real desire to go to one. From what I heard, people just go back to their original circles, get loud and very drunk.
Well, since I lusted after so many, it was bound to happen — but yeah.
I had 699.
What happened in high school can stay in high school. If there if someone I want to contact I will find them.
-PJ
Maybe you are the causative element? /lame humor
There were two girls in my class who were world class beauties. In fact they may have been even prettier than most world class babes.
One of them did about what I would have expected. She became an airline stewardess, then became head of the whole stewardess part of the airline, married a very wealthy and decent fellow. She is now a widow.
The other one just seems to have fallen off the face of the earth.
That's exactly how I feel, too. My class was only 180 students. Probably 90% of them were in elementary school with me as well. We keep up on facebook, but it surely doesn't take away from actually getting together.
-PJ
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