Everyone’s got a favorite Facebook notification. There’s the spine-tingling shiver of a wall post, the almost electrical surge that comes with a friend request and of course, the tagged picture. My buddy Bert and I share a childlike wonder for the tag … I remember one time we were driving up to school and he got an e-mail informing him of a tag — he screamed so loud I lost control of my woody-wagon and almost smashed into the short bus next to me. See, I think it’s because Bert and I don’t take pictures of our own. As we get older, we realize that these are some of the only concrete memories we’ll have of our college days, very specific moments that otherwise would be, have been or always were erased from our memory.