Technology and Culture
Waiting with anticipation to discover my defining moment, the moment that makes or breaks each student in the class, our final. I sank down in my chair wondering if I would pass or fail the college level English class that I had struggled with all semester. Our teacher walked into the classroom, wearing his usual white pants with a blue collared shirt and a red bow tie. He grinned as his eyes peeked over the rim of his bifocal glasses, as he casually walked to the other end of the classroom. My heart sank into my chest while his words sizzled off his tongue, "ESSAY." He then began to inform us that the essay should have at least one book source and 1200 words of information on a topic given. Everyone in the class moaned because people never use books any more. It seemed ridiculous to most when the information is just a click away.
However, I felt relief roll through my body from my toes to the base of my spine. I was relieved because I knew that any topic he gave me to write would have information on the Internet. After we all knew our assignments we each drew our own topic from a hat. I drew a piece of paper with the word "CULTURE" on it. I thought to myself how lucky that I could write about culture; I knew there were some really great web sites on the Internet that define culture, making it really easy to write a good essay. I wondered why my teacher was so insistent on having a book source included in our essay. Didn't he know how much easier the Internet was? Oh well, I thought, as the thoughts of my friends and the world around me came back into my mind.
As our class was released, I saw everyone pouring into the halls where they discussed the new assignment. I headed to my study hall in an optimistic state of mind because I could get a jump on my paper. I sat down at the computer and first began to check my e-mail to see if anything new and exciting had come that morning. I pushed "connect," as I did everyday, but something was different today. When I clicked on the mouse the word ERROR appeared red on my screen. I leaned back, and thought about how this stupid computer was always giving me trouble. I went to unplug it, to begin again. I slid my hand down the back and reached for the plug. I gulped as I realized the enormous computer I had been sitting at this whole time. Without plugging it in again, I sat back in my seat as I began to notice my surroundings. I was sitting in the library at Hotchkiss High School the same library I had sat in for four years. Everything was different though. The chairs were newer looking and the librarian was young. The floor was tiled and there were three computers instead of the usually 22 that I was accustomed to. Not only were there fewer computers, but the computers were huge. I returned to the computer while I rationalized the situation. I plugged the cord back in and the computer began rebooting the screen. After 5 minutes had passed, I began to wonder if the computer...