I get it future class of 2017: the urge to post on the Yale 2017 Facebook page can be overwhelming, like photo-shopping yourself into photos of One Direction and pretending you’re in the band. In my fantasy, we’re called Six Directions and I play the tambourine, and man do I play the tambourine well. So well that I eventually go solo and call my first album Directionless.

But 2017, here’s my advice to you—the advice you didn’t ask for and probably won’t listen to—abstain. Abstain from posting like Justice Scalia abstains from compassion.

There are many mistakes you can make in life—like telling your parents you no longer believe in Santa Clause and ending that gravy train—goodbye jungle gyms for my bunny rabbits—but there are few mistakes worse than being remembered as that pre-frosh who posted endless messages on Facebook.

When I was a pre-frosh, I posted just one message. I had just been placed in Davenport, so I wrote a bit about how great it was to be put into a college that was named after a sofa. It was hilarious, like watching Justin Bieber age. After I posted it, I promptly forgot about it. But lo and behold, when I strolled into freshman orientation I was promptly reminded about it by a classmate. By then I didn’t want to be reminded, because, as it turns out, it was not actually funny.

But if you really must post, I have two pieces of advice for you: abstain from bragging and abstain from humor.