“Yes! If I get an alert during class, can I check my phone?” a blond girl asked. And she was being serious.
I almost fell over.
The man smiled and said, “Phones will have to be turned off during class or they will be confiscated.”
“Who has phones?” I whispered to no one. At that same moment, a boy pulled out a phone from his pocket and started poking at it. And it wasn’t a crappy phone either. It was an iPhone. The newest model, from the looks of it.
Why would an 11-year-old have an iPhone 5? We were at my son’s 6th grade orientation on the school tour and I was baffled.
“Can I text during lunch?” the same girl asked hopefully.
“Yes, but again, it has to be turned off before class,” the man explained.
I didn’t realize I was gaping until the girl’s mother frowned at me. Oh. Oops. Look away, Amber. Don’t be creepy.
These were 11 year olds. Why were they so concerned about phones? When I was 11, I was concerned about the newest Barbie doll and what was going on in the world of Full House and Growing Pains. I get that times have changed but honestly. Phones. For sixth graders. I couldn’t wrap my mind around it.
I mean, yes, I get it when people have them for emergency purposes. But some children seem to be addicted to them. See: blond 11 year old. That just seems all sorts of wrong to me. Who is she talking to? What is she talking about?
Maybe I don’t get it because my son is somewhat anti-social. He’s asked for a phone, but only because the kids around him have one, I’m sure. When he asked for a phone, I laughed and told him I was fine without a phone and if he any issues, he could go to the main office and ask to call me from there. It’s what I did and I don’t feel scarred.
Phones. For kids.
It’s an odd world we live in.