I've just discovered my ex-biology teacher from my sixth form school is on Facebook. So is the hubby of my ex-school headmistress. I'm now waiting to see if the once mightily feared Mrs H herself will get on Facebook as well.
Suddenly I feel like that day in Form 3 when she was out patrolling the school corridors with rotan in hand, waiting to spank any student who wasn't buried in a book preparing for exams and I was quaking with fear bec the kid who sat next to me in class hadn't spotted her and was busy re-enacting a scene from Lawrence of Arabia or whatever with much gusto... something to do with Omar Sharif and a princess. "Loon... Mrs H is here, Mrs H is here!" "Where, where? I don't see her!"
I quite enjoy Facebook but I'm not so crazy about it that I spend my entire day updating my status and Super Poking everyone else, it's my way of keeping in touch with people. But it is a little disconcerting to have your past just burst upon you like that.