Middle school was an era. Not necessarily a good one, but definitely a memorable one. It was the time of cringe-worthy fashion choices (gauchos, anyone?), aggressively side-parted hair, and math problems with absolutely unhinged premises (like Jim buying 150 pounds of fruit and needing to divide them into piles of seven). And if you weren’t drowning in Axe body spray fumes, were you even in middle school?

We all had that friend who was boyfriend-girlfriend with someone for two days and acted like they were engaged, complete with public Facebook status changes and all. I grew up in the era of Facebook when kids were way too young to have social media, but we all lied about our ages to make a profile (much to the horror of our future selves). Seriously, they should have been teaching us about digital footprints back then because the early internet was wild. Just imagine the damage an unsupervised middle schooler with a profile could do.