I remember being 17, packing up my car and leaving high school behind me. Don’t get me wrong: I didn’t hate high school at all; I was just ready for a fresh start in college. I thought about how I would be different, correcting the personal flaws that had gotten me in trouble in the past. I thought about what types of friends I would try to make, and which ones I would stay clear of. I thought about what I would wear, leaving my cheerleading skirt behind to try to create a more mature look. No one in college would know about how I’d been bullied by the “mean girls”; no one in college would know about the nickname (still too horrible to reveal) that haunted me for years. It was going to be a new and improved me!
I was talking with a mom this summer about her son, who was getting ready to go off to a small Christian college. She was worried that his Facebook account “wasn’t very Christian” and wondered how others at the college might perceive him. She wanted him to clean up the pictures and language, but her son rolled his eyes and gave her that “OH, MOM, you’re totally overreacting” look. I couldn’t help but giggle — this was not the first time I had heard a story like that. So I offered her a different perspective.
To me, it’s not about cleaning up the pictures and language. (Let’s be real here: Most kids have things on their FB pages that their parents don’t love but their friends barely notice.) No, it’s more about cleaning house. Going off to college is a rite of passage, and much of it has to do with starting fresh. But how can our kids do that if they take ALL of their old baggage along for the ride? With Facebook, our kids are taking every FB friend, every past interaction and every documented moment to college, too.
If it were me, I would shut down my high-school Facebook page and create a new one, changing my profile to reflect a more mature me and bringing over only my closest friends (the ones I really want with me on the new journey). No need to “unfriend” anyone; just deactivate and start again. Doing this is not about being rude or meanspirited, it’s just about growing up!
Don’t our kids deserve the same clean slate we got? It’s possible: All they have to do is choose to make the break in the cyberworld, too.
Intro: Going off to college is a rite of passage, and much of it has to do with starting fresh. But how can our kids do that if they take ALL of their old baggage along for the ride? With Facebook, our kids are taking every FB friend, every past interaction and every documented moment to college, too.



I absolutely agree with this article. I agree to the point that my daughter, who is 13, is not– nor will be untilshe is an adult– allowed to have Facebook. The reason I take issue with this is because it facilitates the drama that occurs at school to continue after school. For teenagers, they have enough drama daily that they must filter through, but going home and continuing the days drama is not acceptable.
I have had some parents argue, “What about the phone?” Okay, so they chitchat about drama on the phone for a few with their friend. So why can’t we keep it old school like that? Here’s the difference: the phone versus facebook doesn’t allow her to have access to ALL the people involved in that drama including the person she has issue with. Facebook gives that access as well as forever stores your comments for everyone to see. It’s one thing to vent to a friend while trying to make sense of a situation versus laying down comments for EVERYONE to see.
I have had some parents argue, “Teenagers are going to do it anyways, so I prefer having the access to monitor it. That’s okay… There is no perfect solution. My daughter has been caught twice with facebook and I closed it both times, but I always catch her. Why? Because she always gets caught doing things she’s not suppose to… I have faith in that.
Anyway, I can’t control what she does when she is an adult, but I alway communcate why she doesn’t need facebook until she is “out of college.” I love facebook! But I also love that I didn’t have facebook because it allowed me the opportunity to disconnect with people in order to find who I was outside of them. Now that I am reconnected with people. I sure do appreciate them, but I sure do appreciate me also.