“Welcome to 1997.”
That was my brother’s response to my message, “I have texting!”
If it’s 1997, I joked, then my son is 2 and won’t be going to college this fall. I’d gladly turn back the clock to that year.
But, alas, I can’t. Besides, my son is the reason I wanted unlimited texting anyway.
I finally had to give in to this technology because I feared that I wouldn’t hear from him otherwise this fall. Well, perhaps he’d call if his college meal plan ran out of points.
Speaking of college meal plans, they have become so complicated that even the smartest kids have difficulty figuring them out. I think that’s why the average SAT scores at the University of Maryland are so high. It’s not for the difficult classes. It’s so the kids can figure out what they have left on their account and if they are going to have enough points to eat during finals week. This is where they put statistics, probability and calculus into practice.
Whatever happened to one cost per meal? When I was in college, we’d swipe our card, be charged for a meal and go through the line. Now everything is a la carte, and things add up pretty quickly. One of the current students said it would be easy to spend $20 on lunch if a student isn’t careful. Seriously? No wonder room and board is so high.
I digress. This is supposed to be a column about texting.
Technology has advanced so rapidly, I just can’t keep up. I thought I was up-to-date when I joined Facebook, only to hear talk about Instagram, Snapchat and Vine.
Wow. If I didn’t have teenagers, I wouldn’t know what I was missing.
Apparently, without texting, I was missing a lot.
I’m trying to catch up, but it’s a slow process. I’m a fast typist, but I’m a one-finger-at-a-time texter.
My 14-year-old is trying to help. She told me to turn the screen to a horizontal position to make things easier. Type with thumbs, not pointer fingers.
I have other texting issues, too.
The keys are not big enough for my thumbs.
The letters and numbers are hard to see without my reading glasses.
A few days ago, I received a text from my husband. I thought it read, “You got it, Isabel”
My first thought was, “Why is he calling me Isabel?”
My daughter read the text. It actually said, “You got it, babe!”
“Oh, Mom, this is awkward. Dad calls you babe when he texts you?”
I assured her that it was OK because we are married.
I’d rather have a phone call hearing him say those words, but I will accept a text.
I know he’s trying to give me practice for the fall. I’m trying to adapt, but texting, in my opinion, is more difficult than calling.
However, for my kids, I will do difficult things. Always.