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Not to sound like a pessimistic, cane-wielding tech-hater desperate to stop the inevitable, but allowing cellphones, extremely loosely regulated (if at all), in schools has been catastrophic and will only get worse.
As someone who graduated from a public high school in 2021, I can say with certainty that the “kids these days’' are zombiefying themselves, and frankly, it’s not entirely the kids’ fault. This is seriously addictive technology that was placed in minors’ hands en masse, liberally allowed in schools with very little thought to the actual consequences, and now we’re experiencing a taste of the consequences.
Superficially, these consequences seemed like trivial annoyances: small changes in the way kids act, exploring the newest fad. I’m at the age to have experienced a time before phones became dominant in school, and then the gradual, choking transition into mass addiction.
Imagine: The bell rings, signaling the beginning of passing time. Students quickly pack up, streaming into hallways. It became uncommon, then rare, then near impossible to meet another pair of alert eyes while going to class. Backs are hunched, necks are craning, eyes boring into phones. Classrooms, prior to class starting, became quieter and quieter, as students opted to be on their phones instead of talking to their friends.
My most phone-addicted friends, who became particularly ensnared, invited me once to feel the back of their skulls. We were all about 15 at the time. I gingerly probed what I thought was going to be a smooth skull under hair. Instead, I encountered thickened, hardened masses at the base of their heads.
Six years later, they still have these lumps, and blame their excessive phone use (hunching over them constantly) as adolescents and teenagers. These “horns,” are bone spurs built up from increased pressure on the neck and back of head; despite their seeming harmlessness, it’s unnerving, feeling the warped skulls of my peers. How else are our habits shaping our bodies and minds? Perhaps only time will tell.