Who am I? I can truthfully say that I am putting on a show. The pictures on my profile may try to describe who I really am but I am masked behind the threat of my identity being judged, my character being questioned, and my reputation being tarnished. I am an actor in what seems to be a stage play; I have no freedom in what character I portray.
Years ago, I did not even frequent my Facebook profile; it took many attempts and a couple clicks on the “forgot your password?” link for me to actually reactivate my Facebook page. Now, I use my Facebook account very often and post regularly. My Facebook account boasts 968 friends who hold a variety of social classes, ages, personalities, and opinions. I am often hesitant of what I decide to put on display for all of my interested Facebook friends to see. I know by the abundance of comments and likes on my statuses that my grandmother is a frequent visitor of my page. My first amendment rights were immediately taken away from me when I decided to click “accept” to confirm her as one of my Facebook friends. I was timid when she told me that she was excited to add me; knowing my grandmother and the values she tries to instill in me, I am mindful of what will offend her. Ridiculous posts such as “I just smashed this girl in my chem class” will never be found on my page because of her.
I was told in my early teens that employers often find applicants on Facebook to get a better look at whom he or she really is. That statement has always been engraved in my mind because of the many jobs I have applied for. I have found truth to the statement by my friends’ testimonies. Not only does it affect the job application process, but it also affects the college and scholarship application process. In the eyes of my employers, scholarship sponsors, college admission panels, or anyone else who decides to view my life from another angle on Facebook will see a responsible, respectful, and dedicated young man.
Speaking to my personality on Facebook, the older I have gotten the more mature my Facebook posts are. In middle school, I could be seen as a childish kid who posted his excitement of new shoes that were just released. In ninth grade, I posted how many “chicks” I expected to pick up on the first day of school (an “average” freshman at my school). I can admit posting about how nervous I was on my first day. From freshman year to senior year, I began molding into a young adult; one could start to see posts about my colleges of interest, accomplishments, family, friends, and then finally my college acceptances.
Now, being my friend as a college freshman, one will see some pretty gratifying things. There will soon be pictures of my new friends, grades on my assignments, or the clubs that I have recently joined. It’s a new environment here for me at Emory University. My Facebook profile will be drastically changed due to the unfamiliarity of my surroundings. It is time for me to explore and one will get a front row seat of my life by becoming my friend on Facebook (at least an appropriate version).