On Thursday I had the pleasure of attending an absolutely landmark event. An occasion so emotional, so touching, so revolutionary, that no other milestone can even compare.
I’m talking about, of course, my brother’s six grade graduation.
Watching four feet tall adolescents dressed as their parent’s mini-me, their yet-to-be-broken-into dress shoes squeaking across the newly cleaned gym floor, shaking hands with the principal to receive their certificate – I mean diplomas – was definitely the way I planned to spend my first day of summer.
In fact, I was so eager to watch the event that I couldn’t help but pull out my iPod and surreptitiously slip its white ear buds beneath the curtain of my black hair. This sincere gesture was enough to provoke some dirty looks from the parents beside me, as if they expected me to personally congratulate their son or daughter.
That would be a slightly difficult task, considering that I only knew about three kids of the eighty that were lining up to acquire their diplomas.
However, my guilt was alleviated when I noticed one of my brother’s classmates, having all ready obtained her certification of graduation, pull out her pale blue cell phone and begin texting.
If you thought I was astounded by the fact that a child, not even in middle school, was blatantly texting (in the middle of her graduation, mind you), you should have seen my face when I leaned over to see just who she could be texting. Could it be one of her very many friends in the procession of getting their diploma? It couldn’t be her parents, who were sitting right beside her. Maybe it was possibly one of her siblings who couldn’t make it to the ceremony.
No, it was Twitter.
First of all, since when did cell phones become available to elementary school kids? (I didn’t get mine till freshman year) Secondly, don’t you have to be thirteen to operate Twitter? And thirdly, what could be so crucial in her complicated, soon-too-be-a-seventh-grader life that the girl felt compelled to publish an it for all the world to see?
Well, maybe six grade graduation is a big deal. But still. How many people are interested in following a six grader’s tweets? What could be so interesting in their lives that we must read it, published in Twitter format?
It’s not the fact that a Twitter owned by an elementary school student that angers me. It’s the fact that they have access to the internet where they post private on goings of their lives without any care of the consequences. Yes, those that can legally own a Twitter, a Facebook, a MySpace, are in equal danger of, at best, being stalked, at worst, having their identities stolen. Yet, these dangers of the worldwide web are unknown to the younger users who are slowly, but surely, entering it.
If it hasn’t struck you how young these kids are, think about it. Most haven’t finished, or even begun, sex ed. Most have never used a locker. Most are banned from watching PG-13 movies by their parents.
Are these kids exposing themselves to the vast and unsecure world of the internet too soon (armed with a cell phone, no less)? I think so.