There was nothing more frightening than when I sent my son to his first day of school.
It was the day I gave up control of his every activity and had to shove down the visions of him being inserted into a real life Lord of the Flies or Mean Girls.
Worse yet, were the memory flashes of my own youth where I engaged in the social wrangling that led me to me being a jerk, or being jerked around.
My great consolation, however, was the notion that times have changed. No longer is school a social experiment where strange behaviours are allowed to rage on unfettered, so long as teachings of the alphabet and basic numeric literacy are absorbed.
People talk about their feelings, and it乌鸦传媒檚 become culturally acceptable now to walk to the beat of one乌鸦传媒檚 own drum. We support each other.
Isn乌鸦传媒檛 that why everyone and their dog marches off to the nearest big box to buy a pink shirt at the end of February? No more bullying? No more social isolation? No more judging people for not being like everyone else? Mistakes are forgiven?
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I was, however, disabused of this people-have-evolved myth earlier this month when news broke that a West Kelowna student had said something stupid. His statement was then conflated with the horrors from school shootings in the US and ultimately expanded upon beyond reason, courtesy of the internet.
Fears of violence made headlines, while school officials went on saying 乌鸦传媒渘o credible threat.乌鸦传媒� Nobody seemed to care that both school officials and the Mounties were saying it, either. There was the internet to feed, pitchforks to sharpen, pink shirts to burn and a child and his parents to vilify.
Reason was thrown right out the window by presumably civilized people who talked about holding a public hearing for a boy to explain why he made mistake and said something that, in any other time, would have been recognized as simply ignorant, not cause for a witch hunt.
It was stomach turning, sad and wrong. It was also a great learning experience.
For one, times have changed and school officials need to acknowledge that. Canada is not an island. Borders do not stop the tide of fear created by American violence from seeping into this country乌鸦传媒檚 collective consciousness.
It乌鸦传媒檚 not sufficient to say 乌鸦传媒渘o credible threat.乌鸦传媒� People need to know what that means.
Communication is key.
It was also a chance for us to look at ourselves to take a deep breath. Breathe. Deeply. The system isn乌鸦传媒檛 perfect. Other people乌鸦传媒檚 kids aren乌鸦传媒檛 perfect. Mostly, though, it乌鸦传媒檚 OK. It乌鸦传媒檚 OK and we have to have faith that when the RCMP and the schools have assessed a threat, it乌鸦传媒檚 likely they乌鸦传媒檝e done just that.
If we can乌鸦传媒檛 trust that the system works, soon we won乌鸦传媒檛 feel safe sending our children out the door.
And if you have questions or doubts, raise them. Raise them through the proper channels, respectfully and without causing harm to another.
Let乌鸦传媒檚 not undermine the safety systems we have and give in to a mob mentality.
Being a parent is already frightening enough.
