Someone who went to my high school has gotten a bit of notoriety on the Internet yet. It’s probably not big enough that you’ve heard of him - I’m not sure I would have if it weren’t making the rounds with alums. The dude basically ran a somewhat coordinated scam or a practical joke (probably the former) of sorts and got caught. He basically gamed social media and celebrity gossip into the illusion of celebrity. He’s not commenting, so I’m not sure if it was all to get laid (”Yeah, I’m kind of a big deal. Google me, baby.”) or to actually become the actor he wants to be. (If you know who I am talking about, congratulations on knowing where I am from, please don’t spill.)
One of the downsides to going to a school of 4,000 is that as far as I know, I don’t know him. This happens whenever someone from my school makes it big. Sometimes I will randomly run into someone who went to my school and we will have existed in such different orbits that they might as well have gone to school half a country away. The picture actually does look a big familiar, but in a pretty generic sort of way. So I’m pretty sure our paths never crossed.
One guy I went to school with, but didn’t meet until significantly later, went on to become a conservative activist for prison reform (the idea being that the fiscally prudent thing to do is not to house and feed people in prison we don’t have to). I knew some jocks, but not the one who had the NFL career who graduated with my class. My brothers knew his brother, who also played in the NFL.
There is also Congressman Murali, whose campaign is the only one I have donated to up to now. I didn’t support him because he went to my school (well before I did), though his being a product in the community played a bit of a role because a lot of people smoke very highly of him. Mostly, though, I wanted to see his opponent go down.