Of Folly And Of Vice

Unbelievably, I was in a service sorority in college. I’m in the Facebook group now and I am the oldest person in the group by a few years. A few of the younger girls have “friended” me, probably hoping that I still live down there and can buy them alcohol. This is ok with me, I wish I could help them out.

Status updates from these girls are always interesting, and remind me of the AIM away messages we used to leave.

Classin’ it.

At Dobby-Do’s.

Playing at Stank.

And, of course, away messages describing the sort of longing or despair that only college students can muster. College students, living off their parent’s dole, who more often then not are willfully unemployed and have not yet paid a winter gas bill.  

I came across one of these status messages the other day from one of the girls:

WE ARE IN COLLEGE NOW, NOT HIGH SCHOOL. GROW UP AND ACT LIKE IT.

Sometimes I’m so happy we didn’t have Facebook when I was in college I could cry. A single tear forms in the corner of my eye and I wipe it away. We missed the bullet by about 6 months or so. I didn’t get onto Facebook or MySpace until the very last semester of college. Oh sure, we had AIM and we had Friendster at the very tail end of our school careers, but we never had to deal with the mind suck that is Facebook. Or the bitchy status messages, which I’m fairly certain would have directly led to the end of our friendships. And it would probably be a detriment to our grades as well, which didn’t need any help sinking.

WE ARE IN COLLEGE NOW, NOT HIGH SCHOOL. GROW UP AND ACT LIKE IT.

Oh, how many times did we echo this sentiment? Perhaps not quite so out loud, but I remember several incidents that this would have certainly been someone’s status message. As hard to admit as it is, it would probably have been mine.