“I also found it strange that no one in the class apparently complained.”
In 1984, how do you complain about a book that arrives in the mail after you have graduated? To whom? By what means? Phone calls would be long forgotten by now and the clerk who took them long retired. A letter? Who in 1984 would take the time to write it? Where would it be stored now? How would you access it?
In 1984 there was no social media and the world was a good deal less excitable. If anyone, for example, had tried the #metoo thing they’d have been scoffed at. The social pressures that are moving continents today were nonexistent then. Somebody did something stupid, you shrugged and moved on with your life.
Good points. By the time the yearbooks arrived everyone was into their internships, working 80+ hours per week, with no time or energy to be concerned with yearbooks, if they even looked at them.