Wednesday, September 25, 2013

iExamen 1

Molly Carlson
Juniper Ellis
Lit Class
iExamen 1
September 25, 2013


        I should preface this account of my "unplugged" experience by saying that I live on my phone. 

 Always.  I'm one of those people who wakes up and immediately checks her phone, and I have been 

for a very long time.  In many ways my constant use makes sense;  my phone doubles as an alarm

 clock, day planner, camera, and encyclopedia.  I also have access to my school files, various email 

accounts, and google, which means that I've grown accustomed to a very short wait time between 

"what did I have for homework?" and access to the information.

       That being said,  I was surprised by how easily I stayed away from my phone this afternoon.  I'd 

joked and stowed my electronic devices away in an almost comical fashion--iPhone piled on top with 

the countdown flashing across its screen.  The first few minutes were, as I'd expected, fairly easy.  I 

made my bed, cleaned up in the kitchen, and sat down to talk to a few of my roommates.  My resolve 

was challenged for the first time about a half hour into my sentence when one of my roommates ran--

screaming--into the living room and announced that a wasp was in the apartment.

        I was the only one in the room.

       Her phone was in the room with the wasp.

       She's allergic to bees.

       After a daring rescue mission--on which Kat successfully retrieved her phone so that we could

 send out an SOS--we set out to find an executioner for the unsuspecting wasp.  Our RA was soon 

selected, and let's just say that when she was sent into that room she made quick work of the little 


       I spent my next twenty minutes painting green chevron stripes onto a canvas board and watching 

NCIS.  I didn't even glance in my phone's general direction.  The saying "out of sight; out of mind" 

seems an appropriate description of my attitude at that point.  The only problem was that while I was 

happily painting my phone was buzzing away and I was missing important phone calls from my 

doctor.  I'd forgotten about my appointment because the reminder hadn't come up on my phone.  (The 

buzzing did eventually catch my attention, and I rescheduled the appointment.)

        I learned some important things when I turned my phone off, and although I know the purpose of 

the assignment was to analyze the way in which we communicate with others, I think i might have 

learned a whole lot more about myself.  You see,  I'd been meaning to paint that canvas since the day I 

got here.  It has been staring blankly at me for weeks now, and it wasn't until I put down my phone 

long enough to consider other afternoon activities that I actually pulled out my paintbrush and got to 

work.  The whole thing might sound silly to most people, but I think that today I realized that some of 

the things I rely on most to be productive are also holding me back.

       I might just unplug again sometime.


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