The newspapers on my bedside table carry headlines applauding the bravery of a teenage girl who fought thieves trying to steal her mobile phone because her parents couldn’t afford to buy another one for her online classes.
Beside me, my seven-year-old brother struggles to connect to audio on yet another class on Zoom.
I face neither of these problems. I don’t suffer under the crippling yoke of poverty that has rendered education inaccessible to so many during this pandemic, nor do I suffer from technological ineptitude. I, like most of my classmates, have settled into an almost comfortable routine of attending lectures online, just like we would have in school.
For the privileged urban teenager, online education isn’t difficult to access. Every morning, we simply switch on our laptops, connect to the Wi-Fi and log in to a lecture. And then we sit in