Front Of The Class -2008- Link

Social media existed, but it was awkward. Facebook was for tagging blurry photos taken on a BlackBerry Curve. Instagram was still three years away. To prove you were at the front, you took a digital camera (Sony Cyber-shot) and set the flash to "Maximum Blindness."

The photos were terrible. Red eyes. Greasy foreheads. A girl mid-sneeze. You uploaded them to MySpace or Flickr at 3 AM on your dial-up connection (okay, maybe DSL), and you tagged them with captions like: "Vegas Baby!!!" or "Tuesday night? YOLO before YOLO existed." Front Of The Class -2008-

2008. You are standing in a roped-off line. The air smells like Drakkar Noir, Juicy Couture perfume, and clove cigarettes. A guy in a Von Dutch hat is arguing with a bouncer wearing an Affliction T-shirt. Inside, the bass line to Flo Rida’s “Low” is rattling the windows of a Pontiac Solstice parked valet. Social media existed, but it was awkward