Autor: Gregorio Kus (Grego_at_RMnet.it)
Data: Mon 31 Mar 1997 - 20:39:37 MET DST
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Dear Mr. Dvorak:
Ann Landers wouldn't print this. I have nowhere else to turn. I
have to get the word out. Warn other parents. I must be rambling on. Let
me try and explain. It's about my son, Billy. He's always been a good,
normal ten year old boy. Well, last spring we sat down after dinner
to select a summer camp for Billy. We sorted through the camp brochures.
There were the usual camps with swimming, canoeing, games, singing by
the campfire -- you know. There were sports camps and specialty camps for
weight reduction, music, military camps and camps that specialized in
Tibetan knot tying. I tried to talk him into Camp Winnepoopoo. It's
where he went last year. (He made an adorable picture out of painted
pinto beans and macaroni). Billy would have none of it. Billy pulled a
brochure out of his pocket. It was for a COMPUTER CAMP! We should have
put
our foot down right there, if only we had known. He left three weeks ago.
I don't know what's happened. He's changed. I can't explain it. See
for yourself. These are some of my little Billy's letters.
Dear Mom,
The kids are dorky nerds. The food stinks. The computers are the
only good part. We're learning how to program. Late at night is the
best time to program, so they let us stay up.
Love, Billy.
Dear Mom,
Camp is O.K. Last night we had pizza in the middle of the night.
We all get to choose what we want to drink. I drink Classic Coke.
By the way, can you make Szechuan food? I'm getting used to it now.
Gotta go, it's time for the flowchart class.
Love, Billy.
P.S. This is written on a wordprocessor. Pretty swell, huh? It's
spellchecked too.
Dear Mom,
Don't worry. We do regular camp stuff. We told ghost stories by
the glow of the green computer screens. It was real neat. I don't have
much of a tan 'cause we don't go outside very often. You can't see the
computer screen in the sunlight anyway. That wimp camp I went to last
year fed us weird food too. Lay off, Mom. I'm okay, really.
Love, Billy.
Dear Mom,
I'm fine. I'm sleeping enough. I'm eating enough. This is the
best camp ever. We scared the counselor with some phony worm code. It
was
real funny. He got mad and yelled. Frederick says it's okay. Can you
send more money? I spent mine on a pocket protector and a box of blank
diskettes. I've got to chip in on the phone bill. Did you know that
you can talk to people on a computer? Give my regards to Dad.
Love, Billy.
Dear Mother,
Forget the money for the telephone. We've got a way to not pay.
Sorry I haven't written. I've been learning a lot. I'm real good at
getting onto any computer in the country. It's really easy! I got
into the university's in less than fifteen minutes. Frederick did it in
five, he's going to show me how. Frederick is my bunk partner. He's
really
smart. He says that I shouldn't call myself Billy anymore. So, I'm
not.
Signed, William.
Dear Mother,
How nice of you to come up on Parents Day. Why'd you get so
upset? I haven't gained that much weight. The glasses aren't real.
Everybody
wears them. I was trying to fit in. Believe me, the tape on them is cool.
I thought that you'd be proud of my program. After all, I've made some
money on it. A publisher is sending a check for $30,000. Anyway, I've
paid
for the next six weeks of camp. I won't be home until late August.
Regards, William.
Mother,
Stop treating me like a child. True -- physically I am only ten
years old. It was silly of you to try to kidnap me. Do not try again.
Remember, I can make your life miserable (i.e. - the bank, credit
bureau, and government computers). I am not kidding. O.K.? I won't write
again and this is your only warning. The emotions of this interpersonal
communication drain me.
Sincerely, William.
See what I mean? It's been two weeks since I've heard from my
little boy. What can I do, Mr.Dvorak? I know that it's probably too late
to
save my little Billy. But, if by printing these letters you can save JUST
ONE CHILD from a life of programming, please, I beg of you to do so.
Thank you very much.
Sally Gates,
Concerned Parent
Martin Deutsch
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