{"id":1393,"date":"2012-05-28T23:04:36","date_gmt":"2012-05-28T23:04:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/graffiti.ntci.on.ca\/2011-12\/?page_id=1393"},"modified":"2012-05-28T23:04:36","modified_gmt":"2012-05-28T23:04:36","slug":"how-to-successfully-be-a-dumb-teenager","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/graffiti.ntci.on.ca\/2011-12\/summer-2012-issue\/internal-news\/how-to-successfully-be-a-dumb-teenager\/","title":{"rendered":"How To Successfully Be a Dumb Teenager"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Giorgia Ponti<\/p>\n<p><strong><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I would have never expected such a scene in English class. Not for a simple wall post anyway. A little while ago, as I logged onto my Facebook account, I saw that my friend had tagged me in one of her posts. As I clicked on the notification, I saw that she had found a picture of a random guy that looked very similar, if not exactly, like the well-known, sassy, and sarcastically clever English teacher, Jeremy Dickstein. We all had a couple of laughs, posted a few comments, and made a few jokes. No big deal right?<\/p>\n<p>A couple of days later, as I walked into English class and put my bag down. I then saw<br \/>\nthe printed out, black and white copy of the picture of the Dickstein<br \/>\nlook-a-like, taped to the back of the chair that was right in front of my usual<br \/>\nseat\u2026It was obviously the grade 12\u2019s that had class with<br \/>\nhim right before I did. They probably saw the joke on Facebook, and thought<br \/>\nthat my friend and I were so damn funny, that they wanted to be part of the<br \/>\ninside joke too. At least that\u2019s what I thought, or better yet, what I wanted<br \/>\nto believe. I remember feeling incredibly smug.<\/p>\n<p>So I had a good laugh and showed it to my<br \/>\nfriends who immediately laughed along with me. Little did I know that my<br \/>\nlaughter was just 75 minutes away from turning into a heart attack. As the<br \/>\nlunch bell rang, our whole English class started to pack up their stuff.<br \/>\nHowever, before we all headed off to lunch, Dickstein made sure to say one last<br \/>\nthing. He grabs the picture and holds it up for everyone to see. He says that<br \/>\nhe was the one who printed it out. I start to panic a little bit, but I refused<br \/>\nto believe it; there\u2019s no way he could\u2019ve seen that post. He continues talking,<br \/>\nreminding us that anything that is posted on the internet can be seen by<br \/>\nanyone, that just because your security settings are set to \u201conly friends\u201d, it doesn\u2019t<br \/>\nnecessarily mean that in the end only your friends are going to see your posts<br \/>\nand shares and comments and likes.<\/p>\n<p>At this point, he\u2019s staring right at me and my<br \/>\nfriend, with a smirk on his face. As we started screaming of embarrassment with<br \/>\nour hands over our mouths, Dickstein decides to mention that he\u2019s seen all of<br \/>\nour comments too. My friend runs out of class, speechless and ashamed. But the<br \/>\nonly thing that I\u2019m thinking of, are my comments. What in the world did I say?!<br \/>\nWithout even asking I take my other friend\u2019s iPhone and try to log onto Facebook<br \/>\nas fast as possible. And to make the situation even better, there\u2019s no Wi-Fi,<br \/>\nand Facebook isn\u2019t working. I look around, and the first thing I see is<br \/>\nDickstein, with the biggest smile on his face, filled with joy and<br \/>\nsatisfaction. He explains to me that he had dressed like the guy in the picture<br \/>\nand that throughout the whole class he tried his best to stand just like him,<br \/>\njust so somebody would notice. I try to calm down but it\u2019s useless. I hold out<br \/>\nmy hand and apologize to him countless times. He accepts the apology and walks<br \/>\nout of class, still laughing, along with Mr. DeSilva, who was just one of the<br \/>\nother teachers that knew what Dickstein had planned for us that day.<\/p>\n<p>Right at that moment, I realized that I had<br \/>\njust gotten \u201ctrolled\u201d (for lack of a better word) by my own English teacher. I<br \/>\nknow that you\u2019ve heard this a thousand times before, whether it was from your<br \/>\nparents and\/or teachers, and I know that you think it\u2019s repetitive and that<br \/>\neverybody\u2019s just paranoid, but don\u2019t think that something like this will never<br \/>\nhappen to you. Next time you\u2019re sharing, tweeting, or re-blogging something<br \/>\nthat you think is so funny on the internet, stop for a moment and consider the<br \/>\nfact that anyone could be seeing it. And it\u2019s not just about security settings,<br \/>\nword of mouth can spread just as fast as internet posts. As for me? I haven\u2019t<br \/>\nshared a single post since that day, and now I can\u2019t walk into English class<br \/>\nwithout being a little paranoid.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Giorgia Ponti I would have never expected such a scene in English class. Not for a simple wall post anyway. 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