Facebook in all of its wonderousness has allowed me to get in touch with a lot of the people I knew in junior high and high school. I had the (mis?)fortune of growing up in very small, rural towns both in Minnesota and (gasp) Wisconsin so we can assume that most of the kids I knew were… well lets just be honest: hicks.
Growing up immersed in it I knew that a lot of them were straight ignorant but I never realized exactly how uneducated I had been when I graduated from school. I’m not going to say I was ignorant because I was not but looking back holy guacamole was the education I received from them lacking. Even after three years at a community college (yes yes yes its only supposed to be two years but I screwed around a little) I was still lacking. I remember going to, and just hating, an intro to rhetoric class at the University of Minnesota and it being completely over my head. Thats why I hated it and cursed my professor who I now remember fondly as actually being really cool; it was my first time being introduced to an authentic and thought-provoking education. It made me think dammit, what the hell!
Of course a handful of years later and I’m far beyond what I was when I graduated high school but reading my old school-chums’ updated statuses really brings it all full circle.
They can’t spell. Basic grammar elludes them. And they basically live within a 20 mile radius of where they grew up. Actually quite a few of them still hang out in the same cliques!
One friend consistantly puts her status as “MV: is so board.” Like everytime its always spelled “board.”
I remember once back in high school during senior year I came across another classmate’s essay for a class on one of the library computers. It read like it had been written by a 5th grader.
And he graduated with us!!!!!!!!!
I don’t mean to be hating on my schoolmates or anything or to be dumping on them. I just have to look back and say alhumdulillah for where I am now. InshAllah I will have enough money to put my kids in private school or at least a public school with a stellar education plan because I don’t want my kids to come out of high school as uneducated and I and my classmate’s did.
But seriously facebook is a hoot. If only to see how fat/rich/poor/knocked up/famous/far-flung your classmates have become. Its like a 24/7 high school reunion.
I do intend to blog about the Moulid An-Nabi (the birthday of the Prophet) so.. maybe tomorrow. Once I upload the pic of my aroosa halawa.