A Report On My Bathing Suit

My phone’s alarm went off early in the morning; I let it play a little more as the alarm was my favorite song. Instead of being cranky by the alarm, I bumped to it. The birds chirped from all angles, the neighbor’s dogs barked at each other, while he was too busy mowing to lawn. But, I was in a terrific mood anyway. The blinds, slightly open, let bright sun rays hit my floor, while the A/C blasted. I slowly got up, and let out a loud yawn. Bones cracked at every single body joint. The pleasing aroma of coffee and the savoring smell of eggs filled up my nostrils. I put both feet down, and head to the pull-up bar where I hang on it for a few seconds, stretching out my spine. I turn my head toward the calendar to make sure today was the day. Indeed it was, reading the month of July with 2008 written in big, bold letters. Butterflies filled up my stomach with goosebumps everywhere.

For this assignment, I began logging my media usage on September 3th thru September 5th. Over the course of those two days, I used my laptop computer (online and off online), my android mobile device, television, and social media outlets. The most challenging aspect of this assignment was actually documenting the “spare of the moment” social media usage that occurred when I was walking to class or waiting on a meeting. However, it was truly an eye opening assignment that displayed how the media is not only a part of my everyday life, it consumes my life.

Within Jenna Wortham's article, "Turn Off the Phone (and the Tension)," Wortham discusses the impact that social media possesses, in which Wortham believes that technology is responsible for shaping people's lives negatively. From Wortham's previous experiences, she shares a moment in her life that made her realize that people often compare their lives to others excessively- one of the reasons why people have social media attachment issues. Wortham also expresses how social media users brag about their lives being better than others through exaggerated posts- something that shouldn't be encouraged. With effort to resolve this issue, Wortham considers and suggests Mr. Hofmann's advice to readers: go screenless for a certain

Food is the most tedious task of the day, and it often occupies your mind at all times, especially in your sleep. Waking up in the dark, cold corner of Herman Ave, I find myself lying down under a tree confused by my surroundings. In a panic, my feet jump to touch the ground trying to search for a familiar sight. Once all the memories from the night before immerge, I recall not eating for the past two days and that has brought short -term memory loss every time I awake. I feel my body eating itself from the inside, and I muster the strength to walk to the corner of a 711 gas station to beg for change. Dozens of people walk pass me and give me a smug face and stare at me as if I were a foreign animal in a cage—out on display for their amusement. Two hours pass before I collect enough money to purchase a ninety-nine cent doughnut. After satisfying my hunger, I go to my favorite location where I search for food—a subway shop on Vasco Road. Thinking back to two hours ago, I wondered why I didn’t initially come to this location instead of showcasing myself at 711; my brain must have lacked oxygen. The walk from 711 to Subway is minimal; it took (takes) me one minute to arrive. I look inside the sandwich shop to reassure myself that there is only one employee working, and I dash to

Walking into the embellished reception hall filled with people, I couldn’t predict what would happen, especially with not knowing much people that were going to be at the party. As Laura went off to greet all her friends in the room, I stayed alone at the

We live in a world now where we have never been more connected while being more alone. Instead of spending hours on the phone or with our close friends and family, it is now much more convenient to simply tweet, Instagram, or post our feelings on Facebook. Orenstein reveals while she is spending time with her daughter, “ a part of my consciousness had split off and was observing the scene from the outside: this was, I realized excitedly, the perfect opportunity for a tweet” (Orenstein, 347). Orenstein made the conscious, yet somehow detached, decision to post her personal life on social media, instead of fully indulging in the moment. People have allowed social media to overtake both their social lives and

Samantha’s tone is subtle yet meaningful which portrays how these Apps can attribute to someone’s emotional state. Moreover, not only does social media put down people’s confidence level, but it also can do more harm. Such as, “This confusion is constructing a barrier between ourselves and the people around us” (Samantha). Adults in their 20’s are beginning to isolate themselves from everyone causing them to grow deeper into a depression or stress. The use of the words “barrier” and “between” show how someone could be distinctively separating or removing themselves from the word out of loneliness.

Later, I lay awake in bed. There’s a strange feeling in the air, and I feel like someone is watching me. I pull the blinds up on the window, but there’s nothing to be seen but darkness. The ‘digi-clock’ on my bedside reads twelve o’ clock. I walk into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

January 22, 2016, I wake up at 4:45am in the morning and retrieve a bottle of sparkling water from the refrigerator. I take a few sips and then I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and shave my face. Once I finish brushing my teeth and shaving, I then get dressed. It’s now 520am and I turn on the television to watch ESPN show Mike and Mike in the morning for 20 minutes. Its 0548 and I grab my lunch and head out to the GYM on base for a 45 minute workout. I finish my workout at 6:45am and head to the GYM showers. I am at work and its 7:30am and it hit me, I start going through my first candy withdrawals. So I decided to ignore my hunger for candy. Its 9am and that when I have my first meal so I go into my lunch bag and started out eating

There I was sitting in the guest room of my aunts house. It was hot, the AC was busted, and I have not even started my history project. “I knew I should have started this sooner.” I said to myself. Ten minutes pass, and I'm still writing the first paragraph, when all of a sudden I hear a voice. “Take a little break man; you’re stressing yourself out.” I tried to ignore it, but the next thing I knew my left arm began to reach for my phone. I stopped myself. “I have to finish this project.” I said to myself, but I was not strong enough to stop myself a second time. As my phone sent a notification about a new video, my left arm sprang up and grabbed my phone. I wasn’t in control of myself. I couldn’t stop myself. It felt like the drive to

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The alarm clock sounded at 3AM. Despite having downed seven shots of Tequila in the early evening and returning home at midnight, I sat up immediately, turned off the alarm, and threw back the covers. Sitting in the dark, motionless in an alcohol-induced fog for what seemed like an eternity, the room began to spin. Several minutes passed before I could focus and begin moving. 
Finally, I thought. Today’s the day!
“Claudia, wake up, it’s almost time for me to go,” I said. 
“What time is it?” she asked. 
“Three o’clock. Make me a cup of coffee, okay?
“Five more minutes,” she said, pulling the covers over

That night, we went to the game room in the basement of the dorm building. It was an average-sized room with a TV, foosball table, and a few couches, nothing too extravagant. For the most part, I just sat on the couch and watched the show someone had left on after my phone’s battery had drained out. The others, however, were talking to each other like they were old friends. They took turns on the table and yelled whenever someone scored in excitement; and I just sat there contemplating

I wheeled over to the bakery area, put the perfect little cheesecake into my buggy and whipped the cart back around toward the checkout. By then I had two missed calls from Guy, because I accidentally put my phone on “mute.” Almost immediately, I noticed purple tracks all around me. I raised my boot and there was mush on the bottom. “What in the world?” Then I saw what I had stepped in and mashed all around me…my blueberries. One by one, they had scattered like marbles and I didn’t know I had stepped on them. I looked around to see if anyone else was stepping on them, too.

So it wasn’t unusual that one night seven of us were sitting around the fire pit watching the flames do their almost hypnotizing dance. Those seven included me, Ben, and my wife Lonnie, and our good friends Jimmie and his wife Darlene. Also there were three guys we worked with, Ray, Hank and Pete. All us guys worked together in a department store and had become fast friends while Darlene worked in a bank and Lonnie was an office manager for a real estate company.

Sweat trickled down my eyebrow. I barely opened my eyes and saw a tiny sliver of light peeking through my window. I almost fell back asleep that day, and I would have missed class if not for my dog. Winston always has a way of knowing when it is time to get me up. He jumped on my belly, and I knew it was time for us to start the day. Every day is the same day, same routine, and same Olivia. Ever since I was young, I have loved routine. Well, not so much loved it, but I had to have it. The earliest memory I have of my practices was at the age of five. I am deathly afraid of throwing up, otherwise known as Emetophobia. The thought, feeling, even seeing films with people throwing up, bothers me. I made a pact with myself to keep calm. I promised that if I did a certain routine every night for bed, I would not get sick the next day. It became habit, and habit became life for me. My illnesses progressed as I grew older, but my mindset never changed: order produces healthy and happy. I never fault from my routine, and if I ever did panic would ensue. Today was one of those days.