Job security

I spent an adorable morning with Granada-Huntley-East Chain kindergartners recently. I went there before school started to interview their teacher, and she invited me to stay and observe the classroom to allow me to take some pictures.

It was fun. The kids were excited to have a visitor, and their teacher, Roxanne Mennenga is fantastic with them. It is clear she loves her job.

She asked me to talk to the students about my job — what I do, how learned to do it, etc.

Sitting before their bright, wide eyes, their expectant gazes eagerly awaiting my next words, I told them where I worked.

Nothing. Sentinel? They didn't know what that was. So, undeterred, I described a newspaper. Nope, they didn't know what I was talking about. After a painful few seconds, one little boy figured out what archaic device I was talking about.

We quickly moved on and sang a few songs. But I was disturbed.

I know newspapers are going out of style — heck, I am writing this on the computer, aren't I? — but I didn't realize a group of 6-year-olds already couldn't identify what a newspaper was.