I was super-organized. I have calendars from college — they note midterms, finals, due dates for term papers, hard-to-get pre-scheduled lab access, friends’ birthdays, and things I bought tickets to.

They do not note the wednesday night and friday afternoon things that happened every week and I attended often; they do not note spontaneous gatherings of the “whatcha doin’ tonight, you should stop by” variety.

In high school, my only calendar was the one on the fridge that everybody in the family could see.