Assignment 12: Dylan Ruddy

I'm your phone. My day begins when your alarm goes off. I've been charging quietly all night but when you wake up to the alarm you set to late, you are sure to yank my chord out and throw me into your dark, lint filled jacket pocket. I bump around with every step as you hurry off to school. Once there, the moment you sit down, you whip me out of your pocket, and demand that I read your fingerprint so you can access the data in my hard drives. When I don't do it fast enough you are sure to angrily type in your passcode as fast as you can to check Snapchat, Twitter, Reddit, and a million other apps as you jam headphones into me so that you can listen to music.When the teacher sees you looking at me you drop me like a rock onto the hard, faux wood table, and say you weren't doing anything. When the bell rings for the next class I go back into your pocket. The whole day I am being bombarded with texts, as your friends ask you for last nights homework. By fifth period you have used up 90% of my battery and are complaining that it doesn't last long enough, and you need a new phone to replace me. When you get home, you turn on the TV and I think I will get a break but instead, you claim to be multitasking, while I am running four different apps at the same time. Finally you realize it is time for homework, and I only have to play music for you until you get bored every five minutes and decide to check social media on me. At the end of the night you plug me in and put me on your cold hard side table to get ready for the same thing tomorrow. Thanks A lot.