Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is ready to jump right off the technology bandwagon. She will not be giggling and tossing technology all willy-nilly down people's shirt collars, nor sitting on a bale of technology while inhaling the aroma of fresh-cut technology in the moist night air, nor roasting weenies over a campfire at the end of the technology bandwagon ride.
I don't mind giving my phone number and email to Newmentia for emergency notifications. But let's get real. Is the Elementia chili supper really an emergency?
Monday evening, The Pony was waiting for a college acceptance list to appear online. He's been waiting for months. He knew the exact time the notice would be posted. "It's at 6:38 p.m. Eastern Time. That's 5:38 here." He took his laptop with him to an appointment. I left to pick up some supper for him.
Of course I was stuck waiting in a drive-thru line. At 5:33, I heard my phone buzz that little vibrating thing that it does when I get a text. OH! That must be The Pony. Maybe he has good news, and can't wait to tell me! I checked my phone. A TEXT! From...
Newmentia. Telling me that Newmentia was having a technology night on Tuesday. Which Newmentia also texted to tell me on Friday night. And earlier in the day, texted to remind me to take the school climate survey. And a couple weeks ago, texted to tell me that the basketball team was playing a cross-town rival, and would appreciate support.
MAKE IT STOP!
I have 61 texts from Newmentia! Sure, a few of them are for snow days. Those are welcome. They're like an emergency! So I know not to go to work. And not to send The Pony to school. But nothing else is that pressing. Newmentia has a website, by cracky! And if I want to know those things, I can go there and see a slideshow and a list and check the calendar and announcements for each campus.
I am not happy that Newmentia got my hopes up for The Pony's news, only to find out later that the news was not what he had hoped for.
DARN YOU, TECHNOLOGY! DARN YOU ALL TO HECK!