In my youth, I skipped a ton of school. Back in my day, it was fairly simple because there weren’t a whole lot of ways for checks and balances. Basically, I’d get someone to call the attendance office, pretty much from the payphone in the front of the school. Yeah, this was PRE cellphones. In fact, cell phone wasn’t even a vocabulary word. Not to mention texting, sexting, facebook, etc…
So, after that someone called me in, I’d ditch. Usually with another delinquent friend. We did this for a couple months, daily, before the school caught on and my mother was notified.
It was this whole to-do. The school assumed I was doing drugs and other bad things, which assuredly was NOT the case. Actually, not even close. I was doing a lot of hanging out at a place called Tally Hall or Rams Horn, filling up on guilt and coffee. There was a little conference with my mom and some of the teachers and administration that met to determine my fate for the remaining few months of my junior year.
I never skipped again. I couldn’t. I was being watched. Well, I thought I was.
And my grades? Holy crap, they were awful. Not only was I not in school for a couple months, when I was there, I wasn’t paying attention. I was busy daydreaming about Duran Duran or whatever guy I was mad crushing on at that moment. Back then, in the ancient times, I had hard copy progress reports…as in PAPER…to take from teacher to teacher to have reported and signed and then to take home to have signed by a guardian/parent. Those RARELY made it home, if ever. I always had one great excuse or another about why the school forgot to give one to me to take around. Believable excuses? I don’t know. But they seemed to work.
Nowadays, I would have been a sinking ship. There is no way that my shenanigans of yesteryear would be a doable thing with the way technology is.
First of all, the minute first hour starts, if your kid isn’t accounted for…a phone call comes home. I would have been in deep shit.
Second. Family Access. Oh, what a beautiful thing. Up to date grades, teacher comments, progress on each kid. They can’t lie to me about homework because if they didn’t turn it in, I know about it immediately. Sucks for them. Again…if this had been around in my day. I would have been so grounded…which even grounding was different back then. Phone privileges, curfews shortened, locked in my room, ghetto blaster taken away, not being able to go out for a week. Now we take away electronics. Which…we didn’t have back then. Crazy.
Lastly. Email. ‘Nuff said? Constant. Contact. With. Teachers.
There really is no such thing as a sort of honor system anymore.
It’s much easier to hold our children responsible for their school actions, thanks to technology.
The only thing I can say is, better them than me. Mwahahaha.