The Torture of No Technology For 24 Hours

Upon entering English 111 on-line class, I had not taken an English class on-line before. In the past I have taken several other basic classes. English has always been a struggle for me, mainly writing and grammar. Neither, writing or grammar has come natural to me. The biggest challenge for me is putting my thoughts into words.

She becomes so obsessed with the picture that she “stayed at [her] computer all night; [she] was afraid that if [she] logged off, or navigated away from the page, [she] would never find it again” (214). Her computer and desk serve as her anchor for staying confined from the outside world. Ultimately, these settings express the feelings of isolation that coincide with Internet

I sit at the polished wooden table covered with endless papers, some of them mine, others not. The dining room is hazy, only the laptop and essay are clear to me. For the most part, I write in dead silence; occasionally, the heater and my mother’s footsteps disturb this peace. My phone buzzes sporadically, text messages and sports alerts light up the screen a few feet away from me. “I should really turn that off,” I think to myself, “This only serves as a distraction.” The dust in the room causes me to sneeze, breaking my concentration here and there. Besides the dust, the air in the room smells like

The five-minute warning bell goes off. I rush to my first class of my junior year, eager to see my classmates, who I was going to spend the rest of the 9 months with. I find myself stumbling into a classroom plastered with decorations of Denzel Washington with a Dr. Seuss book in his hand, a t and college flags galore. My AP English 11 class suddenly seemed so appealing to me. As a beautiful, curly haired short lady stood in front of me and said “Welcome to AP English 11,” I knew that I had found a treasure so much greater than just a pretty classroom. Little did I know, that short lady was going to inspire me throughout my challenge filled second-to-last year of high school.

After my early 9:00 a.m. Philosophy recitation I headed towards the elevators to head back down to the first floor. I slowly drug my sleep-deprived body to the 10A bus that took me to my dormitory hall up the hill. Once I finally arrived at my room, I sat down at my desk to start on my schoolwork that would surely take hours to complete. Looking into my pages of notes, I started to question myself on why I am doing all of this repetitive, seemingly unnecessary work. My homework consisted of Calculus problems that required me to find the derivative of extremely long functions, and I realized I am not benefiting anything from completing these tedious equations. Some of the answers to the problems required a whole page to write the answer

Sitting in 5th period, I absentmindedly slid my pencil along the left margin. As the graphite swirled into abstract designs, my mind began to wander. Rain landed on the metal roof, lulling me into a false sense of comfort and security. I felt myself drifting out of hall three and into a soft daydream. A yawn crept up my throat and escaped from my mouth as I continued scratching at the narrowing margin. For a split second, I tuned back into the voice of my Spanish teacher, making sure that I hadn't missed anything important while I etched flowers into my notes. Suddenly, my pencil stopped its steady motion across the page. The blurry sections in the corners of my vision disappeared abruptly, and the formerly calming drumming of rain sharpened

Everyday humans pass hundreds possibly even thousands of their acquaintances staring into the brightly lit screens of iPhones and Androids. What could they possibly be doing that makes them so oblivious to the bustling world around them? Technology is to blame. iPhones, Androids, Blackberries, and the occasional flip phone are amongst the technology taking over the everyday lives of humans. It's the future, lifeless objects taking the lives of humans.

Once upon a time, on Wednesday, I was lying on my bed. It was already dark outside, but I was wasting time by reading a book and playing games. Of course, I didn’t do my homework until much later. When I started to do my math homework, I still kept my iPad open and with the book on screen. I thought I finished all of my homework at six o’clock, but little did I know… I forgot that I had science homework. When I finished my homework, I went back to wasting time and waiting for dinner to be served.

There is never a dull moment in room 215. I have never once looked at the clock, just watching and waiting for the minutes to tick by. In fact, the old saying, “Time flies when you’re having fun,” definitely applies to this language arts class. When the shrill sound of the bell slices through the air. I never want to leave, just wanting to finish my entry, or add more detail, or just finish that one last page of the book I was reading.

In the last 50 plus years, society has been changed tremendously as new inventions and innovations have emerged. In my experiences, there are two noteworthy items that have a pronounced place in this catalog. As a teenager in the early 21st century, I have an abundance of experience with both of these inventions. Today's modern televisions are a product of evolution and improvement, and that the iPod is relatively new to society there are a lot of differences between the two. Such as ways information is broadcasted, target demographics, and their separate functions. On the contrary, they also are popular forms of entertainment and share some similar functions.

The blinding white light of monitors floods a dark room filled only with the ambient hum of a computer fan. Hours waste away as I sit at the computer zealously typing away at a line of code. As I hear the creak of steps, I glance at the clock 1:47 AM! My mom’s tired voice echoes throughout the house: “Steven, go to bed! You have school tomorrow!” Yet again, I had been consumed by my work and had not heeded my twelve o’clock bedtime— an issue I’ve been plagued with since sixth grade when my father first introduced me to coding.

My family’s first use of technology was the purchase of a VCR. This wonderful new technology, at the time, allowed us to record television shows when we were not home. My mom was excited about the VCR, but she never learned

The buzzing of the bell echoed in the crowded hallway. It echoed even louder in my ears. The sound of footsteps followed as the high school students rushed to their classes. On my own, I stood there with my textbook in my hands as I skimmed through paragraphs one after another. I tried to soak up as much information as I could but I knew better that it was all in vain. It was hard to concentrate with my heart pounding loudly in my chest. “I’m going to fail” I told myself as cold beads of sweat formed on my forehead. Nevertheless, I kept trying to make sense out of these scrambled words in front of me. Midway my mind began to drift. I could almost see myself in my room last night, lying on my comfy warm bed with the phone in my hand. I remember

You can call me a small town girl, I don’t mind, even Country Mouse if you prefer. It’s not uncommon to hear smirks and giggles from the back of the room. Whispers of "Hick" and "Billy" have been murmured in my presence, but I laugh it off and think to my self, "When your ear falls off from all the radiation you get from holding your cell up to your ear 24/7, I’ll be the one laughing." I am proud to say that I haven’t had a lot of technology in my life. It makes me feel less, well, corrupt I guess in a sense. I never felt the need to rush home and hop on AOL for 5

An hour without technology this should be a piece of cake, right. Wrong. The first point in my day when I observed my reliance on technology was when I walked into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. As a approach my wonderful Keurig coffee maker (that brews a fabulous espresso in little as one minute), I laughed within myself because for a second I wondered if this would be considered using technology, it was then I realized being in the house was not going to work; especially on my day off. In an attempt to remove myself completely from technology, I decided to treat myself to lunch in the park. It’s been a long time since I’ve had (what I like to call) “Me Time” and this was the