Out of all of my friends, I was one of the last to get a cell phone.

Even when I did, it didn’t take over my life. But this year, I finally got a phone with unlimited texting and Internet, and then I turned into a
mindless drone.

On Sept. 21, I decided to put a stop to my madness. I
turned off my phone for 7 days. No texting. No Twitter. No other social networks.

At first, it was brutal. Being a complete Twitter-holic, I had to come to terms with the fact that I wasn’t going to get updates filling me in on what my friends were
doing.

I couldn’t post my frequent random, erratic thoughts. Pathetic, I know.

I compulsively checked the pockets of my bag, searching for my phone, only to realize it wasn’t there. Not to mention it was awful trying to make plans with friends.

Eventually, I began seeing that I don’t really need my phone. I felt somehow free and on my own.

I also couldn’t be distracted during school or on the road. I once again began
to see the perks of being without a phone, like I did before I had one.

Could I make it without my cell phone? Absolutely. Would I ever want to? Not again.