Technology and My Family (Part 2)

During my sophomore year of high school, I got my first real cell phone. It was a small, silver flip phone with a mirror on the face (which I used to my advantage. A boy has to look good!). The best part was the text messaging plan. This was 2005, when text messaging was slowly becoming more and more prominent and it had yet to permeate the headlines at 5 o'clock.

We all thought text messaging was great; Anyone could send a secret message to anyone else during class. As a high school gossip, this was a fantastic tool for the art of shit-talking.

My mother decided that she wanted to get in on the action one day. It was a Thursday and I was in the TV Studio at lunchtime, sitting on the couch with some of the crew. My phone vibrated and I opened it up to find a message from "Mom."

"How's your day going?" it read.

"Good," I replied and left it at that.

The next day, I was in Devlen's office, discussing story ideas for the following week, when my phone rang again.

"I love you!"

"Corey, put the phone away!" my teacher snapped.

"Sorry, it's my mom. She loves me, apparently."

The weekend passed and Monday afternoon, I found myself in class, and my phone buzzed ONCE AGAIN. All it said was: "The eagle flies at noon."

I called Joanne over. "Read this, will you?"

"...What does that mean?" she asked.

Having no idea, I asked my mom when I got home that night.

"Coah, it's a code word!"

"For what?"

"I don't know."

It was then I realized that adults shouldn't be allowed access to modern technology. This theme continues still today. Recently, I posted a Facebook status which read:

"Dear Justin Bieber,
You are 12 years old and have no concept of what 'love' is. Kindly suck a dick.
Love,
Corey."

My mother took the opportunity to comment: "Do you think this is appropriate language for EVERYONE to see?"

"When haven't I thought that?"

I am so changing her password as soon as I can figure it out.