The hallways are plastered with pledge signs and anti-bullying campaign pieces.
The rule in our house was that I had complete access to the Facebook accounts, passwords and all.
“Mom, it’s okay. I checked and he’s friends with a lot of girls I know.”
One of those young ladies had more than one-thousand friends, an impossible feat for a sixteen-year-old girl from Podunk.
“Mom, I remembered what you said about not friending people if I wouldn’t have a conversation with them in the grocery store. And I know that colleges and jobs are looking at everything now. So I unfriended about fifty people I don’t ever talk to.”
Needless to say, there was quite a bit of drama and pettiness that ensued, but it also brought to light the fact that one of the girl’s twenty-plus year-old boyfriends had threatened my daughter on Facebook months previously because it was rumored she had spoken ill of his girl.
I sure was thanking my lucky stars that I never had to deal with bullying.
That’s when I realized I have been a target in an entirely different form of bullying. A form of adult bullying…