New School Vs. Old School  

You hear it said on the ball field, the basketball court and the gridiron all the time.
“That guy out there, he’s Old School.”
You never hear anyone referred to as New School.
I'm wondering if there's something wrong with New School. Maybe it's not all that great, but it did get me to thinking about New School vs. Old School when it comes to every day life.
Everything out there today is New School. From TV remotes to telephones to how we shop for food is designed to be sleeker, faster and sparkled with enough gadgetry to look like Disney World.
Even the way we speak has changed. We’re no longer thirsty. We hydrate.
We aren’t hungry anymore. We’re carb and protein deprived.
I was thirsty the other day and went looking for a water fountain at the grocery store. Finding none, I had to settle on forking out a dollar for a bottle of spring water. That’s when I saw the sign pasted above the shelf storing the water: New and Improved with Flavor Enhancers!
I wondered how you could make water new and improved, and was doubly confounded when I saw that flavor enhancers were added to something that has no taste.
Water had definitely made the jump to New School.
Here are a few New School vs. Old School vs. Really Old School Comparisons. You know you’ve been around awhile when you remember using something that turned out to be Really Really Old School.
New School: The Mac Powerbook G4 laptop; Old School: Dude you’re getting a Dell or the IBM Blue Guys; Really Old School: IBM XT with monochrome monitor; Really, Really Old School: Manual Royal Typewriter; Really, Really Really Old School: Number 2 pencil and college ruled notebook paper.
New School: Automatic ice dispenser to give you either cubed or crushed ice with water; Old School: Standard ice maker that chucks ice cubes all over the freezer; Really Old School: Ice trays; Really, Really Old School: Metal ice trays that will shear off the ends of your fingers before it surrenders any cubes.
New School: Palm Pilots; Old School: Day timer; Really Old School: Tying string around your finger.
New School: Blackberries; Old School: Digital Calculators; Really Old School: Pocket Slide Rules; Really, Really Old School: Fingers and toes.
New School: Low Carb Diet; Old School: Weight Watchers; Really Old School: I’m not fat I’m just big boned.
New School: New Beemer for your first car; Old School: Dad’s hand-me-down Volvo for your first car; Really Old School: Mom’s Ford Fairlane for your first car and you have to use her key chain with the macramé owl’s head.
New School: Hip Hop; Old School: Disco funk; Really Old School: Motown; Really, really Old School: Chuck Berry
New School: P Diddy; Old School: George Benson; Really Old School: Bo Diddlie
New School: Tim McGraw; Old School: George Jones; Really Old School: Johnny Cash
New School: Blue Tooth, or the Razor cell phones; Old School: Mobile car phone with the horseshoe antenna on the trunk; Really Old School: Rotary dial phone with party line. Really, Really Old School: The Penny Postcard; Really Really Really Old School: Smoke signals.
New School: High Def plasma flat screen TV; Old School: Big Screen TV with a dish
Really Old School: Zenith console TV and three channels, and if the President was on TV you were screwed; Really, Really Old School: Radio.
New school: Nintendo Wii, Xbox; Old School: Atari’s Pong. Never was I more fascinated with a single white blip bouncing around a dark TV screen. Really Old School: Marbles.
New school: Voice activated computer control lighting; Old School: The Clapper; Really Old School: Your finger.
New School: Sterilize everything for fear of salmonella; Old School: Wash your hands before dinner; Really old school: There’s no bone protruding you’re fine, now eat your vegetables.
New School: Better ingredients, better pizza, Papa John’s; Old School: Your pizza delivered to you in thirty minutes or it’s free; Really Old School: Day old pizza stuck to your dorm room carpet for breakfast. Minimal fuzz, but it’s still good.
New School: Supervised play dates because who knows what sexual predators are lurking in the bushes. It’s a dangerous world in which we live; Old School: Let’s hang out at the video arcade; Really Old School: Be home in time for dinner; Really Really Old School: Be sure you’re home by the first frost. By the way, what’s your name again?