By Meghan Colloton

I thought second grade was over. I thought I had left it behind with the multiplication tables and dinosaur dioramas, but alas, my past has come back to haunt me.

You might be asking yourself how this could possibly happen.

Well, remember that annoying kid who used to sit behind you in class? He used to poke you constantly until you got so angry you turned around with a look of fire in your eyes and yelled, “QUIT IT!”

That annoying kid has found his way back into my life. And what could be worse than one annoying kid poking you? How about several random strangers?

You know what I’m talking about. Unless you live under a rock, the phrase “You’ve been poked by (insert name)” should come to mind.

Yes, I am referring to that fun little feature addicted Facebookers have come to love: the poke.

Now don’t get me wrong. I love The Facebook as much as any other guy (or girl in my case).