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Setting up one Windows 98 PC for three kids, two parents and one phone line, and keeping everybody happy (mostly) by Linda Decarlo [ How We Got Here | Where the Computer Lives | Separate Logins | AOL Parental Controls | Our House Rules | Homework | Back Up to Floppies! | Viruses | Online Safety | The Phone Line ] |
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How we got here
We bought the computer last Christmas: a Pentium II, 64 megabytes of memory, a 56K modem, Windows 98, the printer, and a stack of CD-ROMs. By New Year's Day the desktop was covered in icons nobody recognized, my 13-year-old had changed the wallpaper to a picture of a boy band, my 10-year-old had "accidentally" deleted his sister's book report, and my 7-year-old had figured out how to get to a chat room. I am not a computer person. I am a mom with a library card and a certain amount of stubbornness, and I decided that if this machine was going to live in my house it was going to live by my rules. Nine months later it works. This page is everything I figured out, mostly by reading the manual, calling my brother-in-law, and making mistakes. If it helps one other family avoid the Great Book Report Disaster of January 1999, it was worth typing. The kids are Jessica (13), Tommy (10) and Katie (7). My husband is Mark and he is in charge of the printer, which is a full-time job. |
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Rule number one: the computer lives in the family room
Not in a bedroom. Not in the basement. It's on a desk in the corner of the family room, where the screen faces into the room, and anybody walking through can see what's on it. This was the single best decision we made and it took no money and no software. It's not about spying on my kids. It's that a 10-year-old in a chat room at 11 p.m. with the door shut is a different 10-year-old than one sitting six feet from his mother while she folds laundry. Everybody behaves a little better in public, including me. If you already put it in a kid's bedroom, I'm sorry, but I'd move it. It'll be a fight for a week and then it won't be. |
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Separate logins: everybody gets their own desktop
Windows 98 can give each person in the family their own "user profile": their own desktop, their own wallpaper, their own Start menu, their own Favorites in the browser, and their own My Documents folder. This is how you stop the boy band wallpaper from being everyone's wallpaper, and how you stop Tommy from deleting Jessica's book report, because he can't even see it. How to set it up: Start → Settings → Control Panel → Users. Click "New User" and it walks you through it: a name, a password, and a list of checkboxes for what that person gets to have their own copy of (I checked everything, including My Documents). Do it once for each kid and once for each grown-up. From then on, when the computer starts up it asks who you are. Two honest warnings. First, this is not a lock. Windows 98 will let anyone who hits Cancel at the login box straight into the computer with a plain default desktop, and a determined kid can find another kid's files if he goes looking. Think of the profiles as coat hooks with names on them, not as safes. It keeps honest kids organized; it doesn't keep out a snoop. Second, the grown-up password is the grown-up password. Don't write it on a sticky note on the monitor, which I did, for a month. What it did fix, completely: nobody's homework is in anybody else's folder, nobody can mess up anybody else's desktop, and when Katie starts the computer she sees her three games and nothing else, which is exactly right for seven. |
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AOL parental controls
We're on AOL like half the country, and the parental controls are the reason I'm still on it. Here's how they work, in general, because they change the screens around a little with every version and I'm on 4.0.
The controls aren't magic. They are a fence, not a wall, and a fence plus the family-room rule plus a parent who wanders past is about as good as it gets. Don't set them and forget them; go look at them once a month. Once, in April, I found that "somebody" had figured out that Mom's password was the dog's name. |
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Our house rules
Typed up, printed out, taped to the side of the monitor. Everybody signed it, including Mark.
The timer is the part people laugh at, and the timer is the part that works. A kitchen timer doesn't argue. It's also cheaper than any program. |
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Homework on the computer
Jessica and Tommy do their reports in the word processor that came with the computer. Katie mostly plays the reading games. Some things we learned:
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This is the Great Book Report Disaster section. In January, Tommy deleted Jessica's book report. The Recycle Bin had been emptied. The report was due the next morning. There was crying, some of it mine. She retyped it from her rough draft until midnight. Now every kid has their own box of floppy disks, labeled with their name and the school year, and when a paper is done it gets saved to the hard disk and to the floppy. A floppy holds 1.44 megabytes, which is dozens of reports. They cost almost nothing by the box. Every couple of weeks I make a second copy of everybody's disks and those go in the drawer in the kitchen. Label them with a marker; a stack of unlabeled disks is just a stack of plastic. Floppies do go bad, especially the ones that ride around in a backpack. That's why there are two copies. If a disk starts giving errors, copy what you can off it and throw it away; don't trust it again. I also keep a folder of the printouts. Paper still works when the computer doesn't. |
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Viruses, in plain language
A virus is a program somebody wrote to spread itself from computer to computer, and some of them do damage on the way. In 1999 they mostly get around three ways:
What we do: we bought an anti-virus program and it runs all the time. Once a month I sign on and download the new virus definitions, because a virus program that doesn't know about this month's viruses can't catch them; the program reminds me. It scans every floppy when you put it in. It scans the e-mail attachments. And the house rule handles the rest. We haven't had one since March. One more thing: chain e-mails that say "WARNING! Forward this to everyone you know or a virus will destroy your computer!" are almost always fake and are a kind of virus themselves, made of people. Don't forward them. If you're worried, ask somebody who knows, or check the anti-virus company's information. |
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Online safety: "Don't give out your name"
I sat each of the kids down separately and we went through it. Here's what I told them, and I'll tell it to you the same way.
And for the parents: the AOL profile is where kids put everything they've been told not to. Go read your kid's profile. Then go read your own. |
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The phone line
Nobody warned me about this: when the computer is online, the phone is busy. One line, one thing at a time. My mother called for two hours one Sunday and got a busy signal and was sure we'd all been killed. Some families get a second line just for the computer; we decided it wasn't worth another bill, and instead:
The kids are lobbying for a second line. The kids are welcome to pay for it. |
Odds and ends
Other pages I've found useful: Brian's PC Help Page (when it's actually broken) · The Working Mom's Notebook · The Study Skills Page (for Jessica) · The Y2K Watch (calm, and I needed calm) · Mrs. Bell's Kindergarten Class · The SiliconValley neighborhood |
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You are visitor number since April 1999 ![]() Questions from other parents welcome; I answer in the evenings after the timer dings. [email protected] Last updated September 14, 1999 (first week of school; the rules got re-signed). © 1999 Linda Decarlo. This is one mother's experience, not professional advice; your family's rules are yours. |