I don’t need to know where my daughter is every waking minute of every day. She doesn’t need me to know where she is every waking minute of every day

The open campus at my high school had a setup that meant coming and going wasn’t monitored.

Now, kids have no such room to grow, and there are apps that monitor movements down to a disturbingly granular level.

My eldest’s high school lets me know almost immediately if she misses class. The texts and emails arrive almost instantaneously.

This is still the place where stupid kids can make stupid, rash decisions, catch fly balls, and steal a car with relative impunity.

As such, if my kid messages and asks to skip, I’m always going to say yes.

If she wants to taste the sweet freedom of a day claimed for herself and her idiot friends, cows, and “borrowed” convertibles aside, she can do like her father did.