I didn't even do anything wrong. So why was I stuck in my room and not allowed to use my
cell-phone or get on-line? That's a question for Rick Musser, my journalism teacher. He
thought that it would be interesting to see how students would cope with the loss of newer technology.
Interesting it was not.
At first I was a rock. Ford Tough. I didn't need those new-fangled gadgets. Nothing could sway me.
I had a plan. I was going to cook breakfast and read the paper and play video games until those 24 hours ended.
Three hours and 24 minutes later, I'd read every section of the Kansas City Star and played
Madden until my eyes bled. What was I going to do? There was nothing else to do, was there?
My bedroom would save me. I could just go in there, watch some HBO and fall asleep.
Fatal mistake. I had already seen every episode of the Wire and the Sopranos. The Calzaghe vs. Kessler fight only killed one hour and 27 minutes.
Then the cravings began. My monitor illuminated the room. Its' repeated attempts at seduction were taking their toll. I desperately wanted to check facebook and look up weekend sports statistics. I wanted to vote for Todd Reesing for the Davy O'Brien award.
I wanted the internet.
Torture. I was in Guantanamo Bedroom, and there was no escape. I drew pictures and cleaned my room and washed my car.
Then I saw the light. I opened my trunk to find my old boxing gloves which I hadn't put on in months. The student recreation center was less than a block away and I was on a mission.
That poor heavy bag. All of my bored frustration came out in the form of left hooks and overhand rights. Mike Tyson had nothing on me.
On the walk home I thought of the effects the internet has on college students' everyday lives. It becomes a major part of our daily routine and will only occupy more time in the lives of future generations.
Is this world driven by multimedia? You bet it is.