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Twitterpated

If you’ve seen Bambi (who hasn’t?), you know that “twitterpated” is the word Friend Owl uses to tell the young animals that spring is coming and they will fall in love.

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The three friends, Bambi, Thumper, and Flower, promise never to lose their friendship sanity just because of the shininess of the first pretty girl they see of their species.

I’ve been twitterpated by the shininess Twitter (@DianaBeebeTX, if you want to follow).  Can you believe it?

My use of the social media shiny is limited to a few friends, my alma mater (gotta keep up with the Frogs!), and my widening circle of writing friends.  I don’t follow any shows or celebrities, except Dr. Horrible because…well, just because.  I live in a fairly small, sheltered bubble.  I also try to think before I post. I hope I have not forsaken my sanity for the shiny that Twitter holds.

Free technology. No free lunch!

When I went to open house at my daughter’s high school, one of her teachers encouraged the students to follow his class (not him personally) on Twitter.  They could ask him questions about homework and projects.

I’m not ready for my daughter to be on Facebook.  She certainly isn’t going to be on Twitter any time soon.  (Thank goodness the Anti-Teenager is OK with that.)

So why was I surprised to hear that a student (already in trouble for drinking on campus) tweeted that she was going to attack another girl at school?  And she did attack her in a hallway.

A few days later, some students thought it would be “fun” to act up in the halls.  Rumor in the school is that it was a flash mob attempt, started on Twitter.  The school now has strict class change procedures with teachers lining the halls, one way stairwells, and extra security in the building.

Because a few young teenagers misused Twitter and acted on the misuse.  Did they get twitterpated by the shiny of tweeting–can’t see beyond their little circle of tweeps like Thumper who wondered off with the first cute girl rabbit who batted her eyelashes at him? Did they think that no one else would see that one tweet because of an @ mention to a specific person? Not a lot of thought goes into that kind of twittiness.

This was not an Arab Spring.  There was no higher purpose. There were kids misbehaving and making the school miserable for the rest of the students.  According to the school, two students were arrested (no details were given, of course).  Public tweets and videoed assaults are hard evidence though.  Students were told more trouble would follow if anything else was posted.

You would think that as tech savvy as teens are these days that they would also understand that what they post is out there.  They can’t take it back on Twitter.  Their thoughts, motivations, and pictures are there for all the world to see.  Their teachers and potential employers can see it, too.

New users on Twitter are not that different than a teenager in lurve for the first time. Now give Twitter to a teen who doesn’t realize that more people than the tweeps who follow them can see what they post, or maybe they don’t care.

I remember being twitterpated in high school. I didn’t always think through my actions when I was in lurve. *bats eyelashes* Thank goodness I didn’t have to deal with social media as a kid…

As someone fairly new to Twitter, I still wonder if something I post makes me sound like a twit. I’m not so new to being twitterpated that I hit send everytime I think of something to post. Twitty and witty are two different things.

Until Mission Impossible technology catches on, what gets tweeted is out there for the world to read.

There are companies out there that are creating “This message will self-destruct” applications.  You pick the time table–5 seconds or 6 days.  An article on NPR about a startup called Wickr that is doing this for iThings.

The technology isn’t there for everyone to use yet.  So until our emails, tweets, and Facebook posts can self-destruct, we need to teach our kids how to behave. If you know teenagers who are twitterpated with Twitter, please make sure they are using it wisely.  Heck, make sure that you’re using it wisely, too.

That’s not always easy when adults in high government positions get caught in scandals because of things they’ve posted.  They were twits twitterpated by their own perceived cyberspace bubbles. You know who they are.

If you’re a parent of teens, do you even know if your child is on Twitter?  If so, are you following him or her?  Are you monitoring phone and web activity?

High School Memories

I blame this post on two people:  Julie Glover, who posted about high school marching band, which triggered my nostalia, and my cousin, who posted on Facebook last night that the big rivalry game ended with our high school winning 25-22 in the last three seconds of the game.  That must have been a nailbiter!

Waiting for the players to enter.
The rival drill team is at the top in blue. I’m on the far left, top row of maroon.

I blame my cousin more, because now I have my high school fight song stuck in my head.  Who knew it would come back to me so clearly after all these years?

Mismatched spirit wear.

The rivalry between the two high schools was a city-wide, week-long event.  It was all in good fun, because everyone had family and friends at both schools. Spirit Week let us dress like goofballs, especially on Mixup the Rangers Day and Nerd Day.  My friends and I were creative.

Marching band was not my thing.  Heck, I couldn’t even read music when I started high school. (To be honest, I still can’t).  That didn’t stop the Lee Brigadiers Drum and Bugle Corps from allowing me to join after a rather pitiful tryout on a soprano bugle on which I played the first four notes of a song called “Doughboy.”  Great.  Now, I have that song stuck in my head.

I learned how to play the tenor bugle (there is an entire range of bugles, in case you were wondering) in 9th grade and then played a French horn bugle (which looked nothing like a true French horn and was a dream to play) for the next two years. I even learned how to play and march.  With the help from a new music director, we all learned to play our different parts pretty darn well.  We went from being rather pathetic musically to “Hey, you don’t suck anymore!” as one friend put it.  As a field officer my senior year, I didn’t have to play an instrument.  I’m sure my family was more relieved than I was that they didn’t have to listen to me practice.

That’s me in full uniform.

Our uniforms were heavy wool short skirts and military jackets, black hats (field officers wore white), and black boots.  At the beginning of the football season, we roasted in those jackets.  Sometimes we got to wear custom-made gray shirts instead.  By the end of the season, we would freeze our bottoms off in the skirts.  Two or three layers of pantyhose helped a little, and we got to bring blankets (as long as they matched our uniforms).

We went to Corpus Christie once and San Antonio (Fiesta!) twice for band competitions.  Since we were the only drum and bugle corps to show up, we did pretty well. 😛

Port Arthur had a drum and bugle corps, but we only saw them when our football teams played against each other.  They were growing smaller in my last two years of high school and didn’t perform at halftime.  In our wisdom at the time, we figured they didn’t want to embarrass themselves.  We had a creative name for them, and I’m sure I know what they called us.

We were a large group (about 200 girls on the field).  We marched with high knees and 8 steps for every 5 yards.  Some of our more complicated songs included the National Anthem (at attention, of course), the Texas State song (also at attention), the Aggie War Hymn (with counter marches), and many others that I don’t want to list because then I’ll have those stuck in my head, too.  Too late.  I hear “This Land is Your Land” now.

The rival game my last year was fun.  Our director gave us seniors a little freedom to take pictures when we were on the sidelines.  It was also a more friendly rivalry than it had been in previous years.  We shared their campus with a split schedule for nearly a year because the main building on our campus had burned down the previous spring.  We appreciated their welcoming and supportive attitude.

My squads (freshmen) carried Disney characters because we were going to Florida.
Usually, they carried Texas flags.

All these pictures are from my senior scrapbook.  The scrapbooker in me now cringes at the way I treated my photos then.  But at least I have these (who knows where the negatives are), so I won’t complain.

Sadly, the Corps was disbanded after 70 years.  It had gotten too small to be sustainable.  My high school has a drill team now.  It saddens me that fewer girls have the opportunity to be involved.  I have many fond memories with my friends on the practice field, in the Brig Hall, on bus rides, and on trips.

One of my fondest memories is circling up and singing the Corps Song in the Brig Hall, arm-in-arm and hands clasped together, after every game or performance.  By my senior year, I always got choked up.  At the farewell celebration, over a thousand Brigadiers from all seven decades were on the football field.  It was the weekend after 9/11 and the airlines were still grounded. Otherwise, there would have been many more in attendance. Many of us sang that song for the last time and cried.  That’s a song I don’t mind having stuck in my head tonight.

I found only one video on YouTube.  I’d hoped someone had converted old videos to digital, so you could see a halftime performance.  This is the year after I graduated when the Brigadiers were invited to the Orange Bowl Parade.  Start at 17 seconds to skip the float ahead of the group, or don’t skip it and see the child actor who was big on the Cosby Show.  Either way, you can have “This Land is Your Land” stuck in your head.

I’d love to hear about your stories about your high school football activities.  Did your high school have one rival or many?  Did you have Spirit Week? Were you a Lee Brigadier or a Sterling Star–or connected to one?  Do you have a fond football game memory?