Today, while i was hanging around the second cup on campus between classes, I was staring down at this little device I own.
It's such a little device to demand so much of my attention.
Anyways, as I was staring down at it, waiting for it to do something spectacular a tall shadow fell over the screen. I looked up to and an English prof was smirking at me.
On this particular afternoon a group of a hundred students were gathered together, screaming and chanting and competing for something or other (and five years ago it likely would have been an exciting thing to have watched, but five years ago I was doing my first undegrad and didn't have a new iPhone to stare at while waiting for spectacular to happen).
He asked me how I was able to study with all the noise.
It took me a moment. Wow, I thought. He's asked me a question... and I haven't responded yet.
Mumble mumbled, I replied. Awkwardly star struck. What is wrong with me? I thought. I am more articulate than this.
Well, he said, I suppose if you're plugged in you're likley not to hear any noise at all, are you.
Yes. I'm. Not. It's new.
Indeed, he smiled, see you next class then. It was good talking to you.
Same, said I, same.
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