One of my earliest memories is the face of my mother, looking lovingly but sternly into my eyes as she lightly rested her hands on my tiny shoulders. "Be nice, Erin," she said. "BE NICE." She's told me this hundreds of times during my life — and as I've gotten older it's become easier for me to resist the urge to say…
My mother—like many parents—cried when she left me in my dorm room, a few states away from home. And while that's a natural reaction, some parents are unable to get past those tears and move on.
With Facebook, one woman finds, high school never ends. And, oh yeah, she was the one whose life was a living hell: