Where do you draw the line? Yes you!

What fruit are you like?

It started with a girl who went home from junior high saying she felt like an orange.
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Every student at Brittan Elementary School had to wear a badge the size of an index card with their name, grade, photo — and a tiny radio identification tag. The purpose was to test a new high-tech attendance system. To the eighth-grader, it seemed students had been turned into grocery items on the shelf, slabs of sirloin at the meat counter, fruit in the produce section.
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Outraged parents claimed the school was trampling their children's privacy and civil liberties, maybe even threatening their health. School board meetings overflowed. Folks talked of George Orwell, Big Brother and the Bible. The American Civil Liberties Union joined the fray. Parents picketed. TV news crews from as far away as Germany descended on the 600-student school.

Just take them out of the system, right? No, you can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave.

Most of the pupils accepted it at first, but a few griped to their parents.

Mike and Dawn Cantrall, parents of two Brittan students, met with Graham to complain about the badges' having student photos and names, saying the information made them vulnerable to predators.

Only then did they learn about the radio tags inside.

The family asked that their children be excluded from the test.

"Our children are not inventory," the Cantralls said in a letter to the district. They said the monitoring program smacked of Big Brother. They also cited biblical warnings about the mark of the beast.

School administrators said the program was mandatory and threatened to discipline — even expel — students who didn't wear their badges.

In case you didn't notice the parents and families were just threatened. They were threatened by a government organization. Remember, it is both mandatory to miss and mandatory not to miss class, based on the judgements of that organization. It's a catch-22.

Do you want your children to feel this way:

"It's like we're in prison," said another.