Remember the good ol’ days of middle school? I fondly recall spending all of lunch period telling Susie how much I hated Ms. Igivesomuchhomework or how totally awesome the next school dance was going to be. Then I’d rush home and get on AIM so I could tell Susie just how much more I actually hated Ms. Igivesomuchhomework now that I was home.
Of course, I wouldn’t just have one conversation at a time. To quote my fellow blogger, any number of AIM windows less than 5 could be considered “weaksauce.”
Thus, nostalgia swept over me as I read this article about the good old days…
IM continues to provide help to all those middle schoolers who don’t know how to handle the latest crisis.
Instant messaging’s lack of physical proximity is exactly the point for those determined to avoid cringe-inducing episodes.
Ah, yes, the “cringe-inducing” episodes of 7th grade. Like when I ran for student council, lost, and then found out a friend of mine didn’t vote for me. AIM was there to help. When I slow-danced with a girl a friend of mine wanted to dance with. AIM solved the problem. When someone said something witty or funny, friendship was only a click away. Just add that quote to the trusty buddy profile.
All this talk of AIM might just make me fire up the long dormant dAnIsThEmAn2002 (sorry ladies, not my real sn!). Who knows? Maybe that bitch who didn’t vote for me will be online…
Tags: AIM
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