I was working late in my classroom on a Friday night.
*Editors note-regardless of the contract hours, legal holidays, snow days
AND the public opinion of some–
…many, many educators put in overtime. Time and time again!
By the time I did walk out the front door of the school, (which automatically locks behind me), I realized immediately that I had left my cell phone sitting on my desk.
Can you hear the anxiety in the term immediately?
You would expect it from most teenagers; but I have 2 admit that I am a bit addicted 2 my phone. I don’t like 2 talk on it, just text. I didn’t have this gadget when I was at an appropriate age 2 be addicted 2 it. Not that it makes it any less of an addiction, but I wasn’t raised with the option 2 text vs. talk . LOL
- …Vintage? My childhood is vintage?
An extra long, twisted, and stretched-out, avacodo colored phone cord that reached down the hallway, around the corner and into the bathroom…my very own phone booth!
THAT was the extent of my ’70’s phone plan.
Growing up in the decades that preceded social networking, I had 2 walk out my front door and go up hill both ways just to knock on my neighbor’s front door 2 ask if they wanted to come out and play.
Webster defines play as 2 move aimlessly about. Let me add: outside, until the street lights came on, without an I-Pod, cell, GPS or Nintendo DS.
We always wanted 2 play! …Unless we were grounded.
I define grounded as the act of a parent remembering THEIR role in the child rearing relationship.
So there it was, Friday and I was phone-less.
Secretly, surprisingly happy about it. And really OK with it. Really? Really.
It was like someone taking the bag of Oreo’s out of my hand so I couldn’t finish the first, second, and third row. (And then hiding the bag).
With no landline at home I had no form of communication with the outside world besides FB and twitter and it was …liberating!
Went 2 dinner with my husband that same Friday night. We talked. We had a 2-sided, face 2 face conversation and I never once multitasked. For once, my phone wasn’t sitting on the table right next 2 my fork and knife. I was sitting across from Jim and the only message I received that night was from my husband, who let me know that he was happy 2 have his wife’s full attention.
P.S. I got up early Saturday morning and drove 2 school 2 get that lifeline phone.
One day… I can do! A whole weekend? Not yet.
How long can YOU stay unplugged?