This year every child in the school system, from fifth grade up, was issued a Chrome Book. This is a little tablet sized computer that runs on Chrome. All communication, school work, assignments, announcements, occurs via Chrome Book. Emily worked for the school all summer, “enrolling” the several hundreds of Chrome Books required.
Of course, I discovered early on, the Chrome Books have no parental controls. I asked for them, as a condition of Chrome Book being used in this house. The request has caused a great deal of trouble between the system and me; it remains under “discussion and review”. I wonder if I’ve ever mentioned how I dislike doing business with the generations succeeding me.
Just as a check, I asked a parent in a different school system that also went to Chrome Book this year, if she realized there were no parental controls on the little darlings. After consideration she admitted she did not, but added her children were trustworthy.
My aunt’s fanny.
In this house I put up with its abuse for a week or so, and then installed my own parental control of removing it to the kitchen, its new home when it’s not going to school. And on the Monday I had a phone call from school—the previous Friday night, Chrome had attempted an unauthorized site. A red flag on Friday and I was notified on Monday!
The counselor got my ballistic best. As I later explained to Laura, I yelled at her counselor. “You yelled at Miss O?” Damn right I did. I understand my concern has moved up the agenda, but I have little expectation beyond my parental control of looking at the damn thing in the kitchen.
And, this started out to be a post about Laura’s dislike of electronic record keeping. We went shopping for a month at a glance calendar the second week of school. She likes to see her assignments, obligations, appointments in pencil, flat on her desk.
When we moved here last July, the grocery list moved from inside the pantry door to the kitchen table almost at once, and Laura keeps it constantly updated. This little notebook has so many pages gone to the grocery store I think a new little notebook will soon be on the list.
Even more than the grocery lists, I like the menu list. It lives on the kitchen table, too, and I’m never in doubt about my next meal.