Facebook Diss

Facebook Diss

The other day I made a comment on Facebook to Charley, a longtime friend from high school.   One of his Facebook friends responded to me.

Brenda Olson: Joe Hagy “Your name is familiar; do I know you from Civics class at Edison?”

Now, Edison was my Junior High school.  I attended in ninth grade.  I must say I was a bit miffed that this person would only remember me from Civics class in ninth grade.  I mean I was not your big man on campus, but in high school I got around a little bit.  I was even co-captain of the football team; why would this person remember me from civics class in ninth grade?

Of course, I checked her out on Facebook and dang she is still pretty cute.  Why didn’t I remember her from high school?

So I responded perhaps a bit snarky,

“I was class of ’64 at Westfield High and did go to Edison so we may have been in the same class.”

I was still a bit miffed to be remembered for attending civics class in ninth grade and nothing else.  I was about to search her out in the yearbook to see what kind of a big shot she was, when she responded to me;

“Well it must be, I taught Civics at Edison from ’59 to ’62.  I was about ten year older than most of my students.”

Holy crap, Brenda Olson was a teacher!  Now I was feeling pretty proud that a teacher would remember my name from 58 years ago.  I must have made quite an impression on her.

Thinking further on this, I wondered why was this teacher a Facebook friend with my old longtime friend. 

Hmmm…wait a minute, Charley lived in a garden apartment and I remember his next-door neighbor was one of our teachers; I think it was Civics.  They were Facebook friends as old neighbors.  She would remember me because I was at Charley’s several times a week all through High School and summers during college.  She would have seen me a lot.  If not for that connection I doubt she would have recognized my name from Adam.

In about ten minutes, I went from being miffed at only being recognized from an obscure time in ninth grade, to thinking I must have been a special student to be remembered by a teacher, to realizing it was not my prowess as a student that she remembered, just that she saw me a lot at Charley’s.

Oh well, emotions are a funny thing.

I kind of remember that in ninth grade my civics teacher was an older lady; 58 years later I checked her on Facebook, and she looks pretty cute!