My most prized procession never leaves my person. When I don’t carry it in my pocket, I feel like a part of me is missing. Though its official measurements are 5.41 x 2.69 x 0.37 inches, in my pocket it feels as if it were made solely for me. The slick, curved black design rests in the palm of my hand like another part of my body. More than it’s appearance, my phone is my life. It is a tool for education, while also being a distraction from that very same thing. It keeps me connected to the world and sometimes too connected.

I received my phone on December 8, 2013. A very weird date for a strange reason. Only Black Friday, my parents decided to go out and capitalize on the electronic deals. Being quite stingy with money and seeing all the wonderful deals, they simply could not pass up the low price for the newest phone, the HTC one. Long story short, they waiting in line a long time and bought the item. Only, at the cash register they found out they would have to disable my current phone in order to buy this new one at the reduced price. This, they decided, was no problem and disabled my phone. However, being the sticklers for tradition that they were, they refused to give me my phone before Christmas as they insisted it was a Christmas present and my holiday would be ruined if I opened it early. Thus I was forced to go without a means of communication for over a week until I finally convinced my parents that if I was to drive to my college class in Kilgore, down a very dangerous road, I would need a way to communicate my departure and arrival. They finally relented and much to my pleasure I received my phone early. However, it would seem I did my job too well because it was not long before my parents decided that the road into Kilgore was much too dangerous for me to drive. Thus I became the only kid in my college class to have his parents drop him off and pick him up.