So one of the roommates just got the mail, and in the stack was a flier and a "give-us-money" envelope from Oxford College, the little sub-school of Emory I got my oh-so-useful AA degree from. I'm rather impressed at their tenacity, given that I'm not in contact with anyone from school right now, and I've changed residences four times since I graduated. The only places my name is down under this address are the DMV, the voter registration rolls, a handful of magazines I've submitted work to, and the various companies that send me bills. Okay, now that I think of it, that's not so obscure, but still, it's weird thinking of them sifting through those records, trying to find me.
Now when I go grocery shopping tomorrow, I'm probably going to stare at my fellow shoppers and wonder which ones are informers.