If someone told me that I would have to be technology-free for 24 hours I would probably have asked them for a tranquilizer so I could sleep through the horrid day. From the moment my alarm clock goes off in the morning to the time I set it at night I am using some sort of technology. I couldn't even eat lunch at school without the help of those little machines that take our meal plans. Last week I did my best and tried as hard as I could to be free from technology. Obviously, being at college made it impossible but it was a good experience nonetheless.
After my alarm goes off, it's time to take a shower. The lights aren't necessary so I leave them off. I come back from my shower with sopping wet hair and decide to suck it up and leave the blow dryer in the closet. It's Monday so I only have one class, which means I have more time to torture myself. On the way to lunch my roommate and I take the stairs; I live on the 7th floor so we know this won't last long. On my way out I contemplate whether or not the lock on our mailboxes is too technologically advanced for me to use. I decide that it isn't because I am waiting for a letter from my boyfriend. As we walk to lunch I see the blue emergency post and ask aloud: "If I was in trouble could I not press the button, because I know there is some sort of technology involved there? My roommate rolls her eyes and asks me if this is definitely only for one day. We get to lunch and I get my card swiped while my roommate mocks me and asks if I am sure I want to give in to the "technology demon.
On Mondays I have geography and my teacher lectures with the help of PowerPoint. Since there is no way I can copy notes from just listening I once again must give in to the machine. On the way back from class my roommate and I cut through the Science building to make our trip shorter. It isn't until I am through the second door that