Over the summer, I was psyched to upgrade to the sleek Macbook Air for note-taking in class. I thought I would be so much more organized with a computer—no longer would my different subjects overlap in my single clusterfuck of a composition book. The point is that I went in with the best intentions, but it wasn’t long before the power of the internet corrupted my poor freshman soul.
In the first week of school, I didn’t even bother connecting to Wi-Fi in lectures because I only wanted to take notes. Eventually, I wanted to pull up the Powerpoints from the lectures, but once I unleashed Safari, it was only matter of minutes before my Gmail was open. To be fair, I wasn’t emailing anyone, I just wanted to make sure there wasn’t a package waiting for me at Grad Center. Gmail may seem harmless, but it is a gateway drug. All of a sudden, I was addicted to being on Facebook in class, and I sure as shit can’t absorb what my professors are saying when I am busy “tsk-tsking” at overly provocative photos from Dayglow (kids these days with their dubstep music and their paint covered orgies). You know that when you’ve resorted to playing Jewel Quest II and going on a mini study abroad trip using Google Maps, you may as well not show up to class, because if Gmail is a gateway drug, meme-generating websites are the equivalent of crystal meth.