In Turkey they are banning school children from using Farcebok and Twitter while at school. Naturally there is uproar. It’s Orwellian! It’s oppressive! It’s against their yooman rites!
Little Turkish children will soon be on your TV screen saying ‘Come and see the violence inherent in the system. Help! Help! I’m being repressed’.
Um… what are they at school for? To learn stuff or to diddle about on social media? We didn’t have all this stuff when I was at school because it was *mumble* years ago but back then we could have been in trouble for taking in a pocket chess set or for spending a maths lesson devising coded messages.
Okay. I wasn’t always doing the code thing with my mate of the time, ‘Piggy’ Angel. I also spent a lot of time trying to see up the maths teacher’s short and surprisingly (and disappointingly) well fitted skirt. I was paying attention in class! Maybe just… not to the actual lesson.
Hey, I was 15/16 at that time. I had boy hormones then. These days I am a bit more restrained.
All the schools I went to have been demolished now. So have most of the places I’ve worked. As if there is a God who just misses, every time.
StillI I consider myself very lucky indeed not to have been at this school.
Losing social media privileges doesn’t seem quite so harsh in perspective, does it?