By Zac Vierra — Copy Editor
I recently walked into one of my classes and witnessed something disturb- ing. Moments before class was about to begin, roughly 10 students were looking down at their cell phones. And this was an 8 a.m. class. I thought to myself, “Who are these people texting? Who is awake to receive a text at this hour?” I came to the conclusion that a dog is no longer a man’s best friend: a cell phone is.
You can’t walk across campus without seeing someone on their phone, whether someone is texting, tweeting, or checking Facebook. If you walk by multiple people, you will see someone looking down at a phone, but we don’t even think it’s strange.
I’m guilty of it, too. It’s a beautiful day out, and instead of enjoying my sur- roundings, I’m checking my texts. It’s the society we live in and I’m not sure I like it.
About a month ago my iPhone decided to stop working. For a few days, I was phoneless and I didn’t know what to do. If I can’t text, how do I contact my friends? What if I get lost and don’t have a GPS? What if I have the sudden urge to tweet something hilari- ous and I don’t have Twitter?
It makes me wonder what would hap- pen if a solar storm or something knocked out everyone’s cell phones. There might be riots in the street. People might have to communicate face-to-face. Talk about a script scarier than a Stephen King novel.
The other night, I was at a bar doing trivia with some friends. When we didn’t know the answer to a question, we just whipped out our Google machines and found the answer. I felt like we were the Barry Bonds of trivia.
When I was abroad in Rome, my trusty iPhone wouldn’t work, so I had to get a PicCell phone, which looked like state-of- the-art technology… in 2002. The phone didn’t have email, music, or the Internet. It did two things: call and text.
But I kind of liked it. In one sense, the phone was frustrating because it took me about 47 minutes to send a text since I had to use ABC texting (which is used these days about as much as Latin). But the PicCell didn’t have all of the distractions my iPhone does, so I found myself interacting with people more often and paying attention to my surroundings.
I’m not hating on smart phones. They are useful and make life more convenient, but are they necessary? Do we rely on them too much? Do I really need an app to tell me it’s 73 degrees and sunny out when I can just step outside and experience it?
Don’t get me wrong, I love my iPhone. I’m just not in love with it.
The next time your phone dies or goes for a swim, maybe you should think of it as a blessing instead of a time of mourning, because if you don’t have an iPhone, you might cherish life a little more.