Do you remember where you were when Myspace happened? (And by "happened," I mean "became a national addiction," "brainwashed everyone twenty-five and younger into becoming recluses despite being a social networking site" and generally "took over the world.") I do. I was in college. I remember because grades campus-wide suddenly dropped and internet slowed substantially as students flocked to their computers, clogging the bandwidth with their inane messages, flashy profile designs, and invasive surveys (which everyone seemed to love despite the seemingly inevitable TMI). I remember because my roomate was obsessed. I watched in awe as she messaged, posted surveyed and designed for hours on end. I didn't get it. People were messaging each other on Myspace when they were just down the hall, one room apart, in the same room!
I will never do this, I swore to myself as my roomate cackled into the glow of her computer screen and typed madly. I will never join Myspace.
But then graduation loomed on the horizon. I was moving back home, out of state, while most of my friends would remain in Portland. I am a terrible telephone communicator. How was I to keep in touch? After much thought, I heaved a sigh of great trepidation and coaxed my roomate away from her own account to help me set one up for myself.
The shame!
And then there was Facebook. By this time, the names of social networking sites had become verbs. Scheduling attempts, assignment questions, the sharing of life experiences: "I'll Facebook you!" became the answer to all of them. ("Facebook" is a noun, people!) And once again, I swore I would never join it--I had Myspace; what did I need with a second social networking site? But most of the people I know here at home are on Facebook. And I am as bad at short distance telephone communicating as I am at long distance. I was getting complaints. "How come you never pick up your phone?" "Why didn't you call me back?" "Amber, you are the hardest person to get ahold of." Sigh.
Facebook became a communication necessity for me. For that ten minutes or so a day, I actually spoke to people, received messages, and, you know, found out what it was people wanted when they tried to call but got my Voicemail instead.
But blogging. That was something I would never do. What's the point? What do you talk about? Who in their right mind would read it?
And yet...I am about to leave for law school. I have one day left here at home before the upheaval and drastic changes associated with "moving" and "school" begins again. (Are you ready for that one, everybody? Remember in-school Amber? *Snickers* You have a week to prepare yourselves for the insanity before school actually begins. Consider this your one fair warning!) And I've heard rumors about law school. Nasty rumors. They include mention of "no time" "you'll hate it" "don't get discouraged" and some rather more colorful phrases I'll not be repeating. I have been told I might even be happier moving to Mexico to be a waitress on a beach. I get the feeling I will not have a lot of time. And yet, everyone says they want to know "all about it." I am to keep everyone updated on how I'm doing, what it's like, who I've met, so on and so forth. That's an awful lot of phone calls. Have I mentioned that I'm really, really bad at communicating via phone?
So here I am, yet again doing something I swore I never would. I am blogging. So that I can tell all of you all about law school all at the same time. If this thing will save me time and stress, I am so there. We all know how obsessive I am over grades...and how un-obsessive I am over my phone.
And for someone who never wanted to blog to begin with, this first post is much longer than I expected.
Well. Don't say I didn't warn you. I did say "brief" was the oxymoron of my life.
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