I got an invitation to join AARP when I was nineteen years old.
Ha, I've been getting them since I was around 13 or 14. That's what I get for being named after 3 great-grandmothers! My parents, of course, never received a thing. I think it was the first junk mail I ever received.
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And in the years after, with tears or with laughter, we'll always remember our dear Kappa days.
I remember my friends going to the campus computer center -- at 2 a.m., no less -- with stacks of punch cards to run their programs. If the programs failed, my friends would have to go through each card and try to figure which was the wrong card.
VandalSquirrel, I come from a family of librarians, who feel that librarianship lost so much when card catalogues gave way to computer screens
I'm flying into Houston Hobby this afternoon, and realized the last time I flew into that airport was to see my boyfriend at Rice, Spring Break when I was a Frosh. Which was sixteen years ago. It feels like yesterday.
We broke up at the end of our Freshman Year - he and his wife are now living in Seattle with two adorable daughters. No, I didn't psycho stalk him to know that. We're still friends.
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