My 6 Hour Sabbatical

In this era, technology is king. Technology acts as a convenience not only in the workplace, but in everyday life as well. Take a moment and reflect on how much you rely on technology. When was the last time you navigated through town with Siri guiding you via GPS? How often do you find yourself itching to check your phone for any new notifications? Does “just 2 minutes” turn into 10 hours of endless scrolling through Instagram or Facebook? Let’s face it, technology has quite easily taken over our world and just about every aspect of its existence.

For my Multimedia Storytelling, I had to do something that would leave most kids, teens, and young adults in this generation weak-kneed, and beyond petrified. I had to subject myself to a 6 hour sabbatical from all technology and technological devices. This was a full on 6 hours unplugged challenge, complete with no television, WiFi, or electronic devices.

This was a 6 hour unplugged challenge

On Saturday, October 14th at 11 a.m., my sabbatical began. Immediately I felt secluded and disconnected from the outside world. There were no texts from mom, grandma, or my roommates. There were no GroupMe notifications from my core class or hall-mates. No new beeps, buzzes, or chirp noises to alert me to Twitter or Snapchat notifications. I was completely and totally grounded to whom and what was physically in front of me. At that time, that meant just me sitting alone in my bedroom with the door closed and my thoughts as my only company.

The first two hours passed pretty quickly and without incident, mostly because I was sleeping through them. Having had cross country practice at 8 a.m. interrupt what would have been a continuous, peaceful slumber I sought to “regain” whatever rest I could. I easily melted into the folds, wrinkles, and creases of my pillows and covers and was out like a light.

The next 4 hours were something similar to a living hell. After briefly visiting ‘Dunk A KD’ and delivering my RA, Jess, to the dunk tank’s chilled water I returned to my dorm. That’s when the anxiety hit me. I was still very much so disconnected from the outside world. What were my friends talking about in our group chat? Were there any stragglers liking one of my old Instagram posts?

I found myself trying to be productive, trying to distract myself from the charger size void within my heart. I opened Adios, America and tried to read a couple of chapters. That didn’t last very long. The minutes were long and the hours were dragging. Many of my friends had their own engagements and personal agendas, and without any means of technological communication, synchronization was impossible.

After an additional hour of unnecessary suffering, I slithered into bed out of frustration and found consolation in a 3 hour nap. I felt restored, revitalized, and relief that I could finally run to my phone and power it on.

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