My phone had just rang in my pant pocket, knowing my entire class had heard, I little by little let my eyes shift in the direction of my teacher–I had a text message, and now my phone was sure to be taken away. We students tried our best to act oblivious to the crime, while the teacher dared to contain his anger and hatred toward our so-called, “radio wave cancer machines.” Before I knew it I had found myself parked in the timeworn, ripped, and tattered chair, in the elementary school principles office. My Mom had been called! I was accustomed to the ritual.
“At least detention is only one hour this week,” uttered the stereotypical school rebel (I’m sure we all know the type) who sat 10 feet away from me, as I dreadfully awaited my sentencing. “You two aren’t conversing in there I hope,” the secretary added, wiping her nose in that god-awful hanky she always carried around, insisting it was a, “dying fashion.” I cringe to this very day remembering her cold hands and stench of stale perfume, as a veteran office attendee due to cellphone violations, I knew that woman well.
When a teenager receives a cellphone for the first time, it is indeed a dangerous affair. I think perhaps if we could sleep and text at the same time, we would. With our customized ring tones, “emojis”, and cramped thumb fingers after an hour of serious typing, it still remains without dispute that we waste a genuine amount of our lives staring at our much loved hand-held screens.
We want to be socially connected, to take part in jokes and the latest gossip. After all it is high school, right? When my parents were kids, they had to pass notes in class and knock on each other’s door to find out whether or not someone was home. There was no PINGING, Snap Chatting, twitter updates nor display pictures. In fact, I use these commodities, but we surely must be an intelligent enough generation to understand what detrimental impact this kind of consistent activity is having on our work ethic. No questions asked.
Sometimes I wonder if by being so involved in each other’s lives, we somehow sabotage our own. In the end, life won’t be about the amount of twitter followers or texts, but rather the skills we will develop from the very information we miss in class while texting under our books asking, “Is Harry dating Sally?” or something as equally irrelevant. Do all the important words–proposals, good byes, love confessions, good news–hold the same significance when they said are over text?
Of course cellphones need to be a part of our life, after all it is the world we live in, without them, we would all get left behind in the fast paced, jungle that is the 21st century. And students using electronics in general during class, is a predicament: the guy in the back with his earphones and distasteful heavy metal on full blast, the girl with a smitten look upon her face, while she texts and shows about as much intent of doing chemistry work as the captains of Titanic did of watching for ice...