Anya Gorovits and Diya Manikandan || STAFF WRITERS
I jolt out of sleep as my alarm blares into my ears. My hand moves before my brain does, reaching for my phone. I quickly snooze the alarm and instinctively click to watch some videos—just a few to start the day.
“STOP SCROLLING, If you want to be more productive, you need a morning routine.”
I blink at the screen. That sounds…important. I watch as a girl lists out five steps to increase productivity. I instantly forget steps one through four, but I think step five is “stop wasting time.”
I nod. Good advice. I watch another video. Then another; 20 minutes later, I’m still in bed.
Scroll.
History, first period. The teacher is lecturing us about the Constitution, but it sounds fake. I open my phone under my desk.
“Is the Constitution even real?”
First result, a guy’s voice blares through my AirPods: “WAKE UP PEOPLE, the government doesn’t want you to know this, but the Constitution was actually written by time travelers!”
I look up to see everyone staring at me. Shoot, my AirPods never connected. The teacher sighs and continues on with the lesson. I look back at my phone.
Scroll.
Math class. I don’t understand anything. The room is silent, except for the teacher’s monotone voice and the sound of someone cracking their knuckles. What if she calls on me?
I ask to go to the bathroom and leave. In line, I open my phone.
I return to class 12 minutes later. The teacher glances over at me from her desk.
“You okay?” she asks. I nod and slide into my seat.
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Time for lunch. I sit with my friends. We smile at each other and pull out our phones. Overlapping sounds from our phones accompany the background noise of the cafeteria.
Someone finally looks up. “Did you see that—”
“Yeah, I saw it on TikTok,” I say. They nod and go back to scrolling. I take a bite of my wrap.
Scroll.
Gym class. The teacher says we need to exercise.
I check my phone. One video says walking 100 steps a day is enough. The next says running can be bad for you.
I decide to sit down.
Scroll.
Finally, I’m home. I open up a blank doc. My English essay on phone usage is due tomorrow. Time to focus. I set my phone on the other side of my desk.
I type my first two sentences, occasionally glancing over at the chipped screen that stares back at me, daring me to pick it up. I begin to write, “Phone addiction is a myth. I would be able to survive without my phone–”
BZZZ. BZZZ.
Ignore it. I need to focus. I write another sentence, but the words just don’t sound right, even though they came from a video by a wellness influencer. Somehow, everything sounds better when it’s online.
I’m about to finish the end of my next sentence—
BZZZ. BZZZ. BZZZ.
Maybe it’s something important. It couldn’t hurt to check.
My phone screen lights up. Oh, someone new requested to follow me. I should see who they are, check out their posts, where they go to school—
Scroll.
Four hours later, the three sentences from my essay stand alone. Meanwhile, I’ve watched 73 videos. A few of them were on tips for better writing though, so it’s basically studying.
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My eyes drag lazily across the screen of my phone to check the time. Midnight. I should sleep.
Another video will help me fall asleep. Just one more.
Scroll.
It’s 3:00 AM, and my phone is snug against the indentation it’s made on my pinky finger.
A pop-up interrupts the dancing cat on my screen…
“Time to take a break? You’ve been scrolling for a while!”
Sigh…
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