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Isn't it funny how whenever the popular iPhone ringtone sound bursts outloud, you automatically see people fidgeting in their purses or pockets to then them realizing it wasn't their phone? The concepts of phones are more of a necessity now these days. Why even hang out with people when you can just FaceTime them when you aren't with them and when you are, you are texting other people. Thinking about to my first phone brings me back to the multiple shortness of breaths, headaches, chest pains, and upset stomach pains that has caused me to have anxiety. It's crazy how sturdy my first phone was. It was like a brick. It might physically be sturdy, but it certainly hasn't made my life anything near sturdy.....
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My first cell phone= problems with friends, boyfriends, and parents and my siblings. My first phone was nothing but trouble. It went through elementary and middle school crushes, detentions, fights and doing badly in class. My first phone was not only my phone, but it was also my twin sister's. She was the one that I would always go to for my problems because she was my sense of security and someone who had a bond with me like no other person.
My first cell phone= problems with friends, boyfriends, and parents and my siblings. My first phone was nothing but trouble. It went through elementary and middle school crushes, detentions, fights and doing badly in class. My first phone was not only my phone, but it was also my twin sister's. She was the one that I would always go to for my problems because she was my sense of security and someone who had a bond with me like no other person.
However, in 6th grade, which is when I got my first phone, whenever I spoke about my sister, Jessica, I would speak in
a coldness tone and disgust because of the sharing issue between us. Sharing phones caused issues because we were always considered one person. We didn’t have the individuality that we hoped to have. We were always compared to each other and having to share something for a means of communication, made every day living more complicated.
a coldness tone and disgust because of the sharing issue between us. Sharing phones caused issues because we were always considered one person. We didn’t have the individuality that we hoped to have. We were always compared to each other and having to share something for a means of communication, made every day living more complicated.
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When we had to give someone our number, it was never our names. We were labeled as the “Molinaro Twins” all throughout 6th grade in their cell phones.
Talk about no individuality...
We had to share and allocate time to make sure my sister and I had enough equivalent time to use the phone. We were expected to always be together and never be separated because how the phone had to bring us together, which eventually tore us apart.
We were considered a unit, rather than two individuals.
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My first cell phone was the start of most problems in sixth grade. My first phone, or should I say my sister and I’s first phone, was called the Motorola KRAZR K1. It was the most popular phone at the time. If you had that phone, you were considered one of the “cool people” as sixth graders would call it. It was a slim cobalt blue that was accessorized with scratches on the front of the screen.
Imagine having a cell phone in the hands of two people? Definitely double the damage to the exterior of the phone.
The buttons of the numbers were slightly fading due to the excessive amount of texting that my sister and I have done.
The battery lasted a lifetime. I would only have to charge it once in the morning and it would be good enough to use until 10 pm that night, unlike the IPhone where you have to charge your phone multiple times a day.
Imagine having a cell phone in the hands of two people? Definitely double the damage to the exterior of the phone.
The buttons of the numbers were slightly fading due to the excessive amount of texting that my sister and I have done.
The battery lasted a lifetime. I would only have to charge it once in the morning and it would be good enough to use until 10 pm that night, unlike the IPhone where you have to charge your phone multiple times a day.
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Drama filled sixth grade is what I call that school year. One day at school my friend, Jacqueline wanted to hang out with my sister and me. We were excited to hang out because she was one of our best friends and we didn’t see her a lot since she was always busy with tennis practice and games.
3:00 pm came around so I told Jessica,
“Text mom so she knows we are hanging out with Jacqueline”.
I assumed she heard me since I said it clear and loud. Jacqueline’s mom picked us up from school and brought us back to her house so we could have a “play date” as we used to call it. Jacqueline, Jessica and I all watched some TV, ate some snacks that Jacqueline’s mom prepared, and then went outside.
3:00 pm came around so I told Jessica,
“Text mom so she knows we are hanging out with Jacqueline”.
I assumed she heard me since I said it clear and loud. Jacqueline’s mom picked us up from school and brought us back to her house so we could have a “play date” as we used to call it. Jacqueline, Jessica and I all watched some TV, ate some snacks that Jacqueline’s mom prepared, and then went outside.
I find it surprising that we actually played with things that weren’t all technology compared to today.
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Since we were outside, Jessica and I’s phone was inside. My phone was blowing up. It had 10 missed calls and
5 missed messages all from my mom and a couple from my dad.
“When r u coming home”
“Where r u?!”
“Why aren’t u home from school?”
“If u don’t call me in 2 minutes, I am taking your phone away”.
All these messages were on the screen. After 5 minutes (of course we were just only 3 minutes late from that last text message), Jessica and I started fighting.
5 missed messages all from my mom and a couple from my dad.
“When r u coming home”
“Where r u?!”
“Why aren’t u home from school?”
“If u don’t call me in 2 minutes, I am taking your phone away”.
All these messages were on the screen. After 5 minutes (of course we were just only 3 minutes late from that last text message), Jessica and I started fighting.
"I thought you texted mom! No I thought you did”.
Jessica and I were fighting to see who was going to call my mom since I didn’t want to deal with her yelling. Jessica ended up calling her because I refused to since I was a little stubborn when I was in sixth grade, which most sixth girl girls were. My mom picked me up right away and she so mad that she kept going over the speed limit. ZOOM!
Jessica and I were fighting to see who was going to call my mom since I didn’t want to deal with her yelling. Jessica ended up calling her because I refused to since I was a little stubborn when I was in sixth grade, which most sixth girl girls were. My mom picked me up right away and she so mad that she kept going over the speed limit. ZOOM!
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My mom took our phones away so of course that’s when the fighting continued with Jessica and me. I threw my hand back and with strong force, I slapped my hand onto Jessica's back that caused a loud clap noise onto her skin. My hand started to vibrate with intense pain. Her back immediately turned red just as red as my palm.
Just as we were about to attack each other again, my mother came storming back in the room to break up the bull fight. Jessica and I not only hated each other, but we acted as we didn't exist to each other after the fight.
My mom took our phones away so of course that’s when the fighting continued with Jessica and me. I threw my hand back and with strong force, I slapped my hand onto Jessica's back that caused a loud clap noise onto her skin. My hand started to vibrate with intense pain. Her back immediately turned red just as red as my palm.
Just as we were about to attack each other again, my mother came storming back in the room to break up the bull fight. Jessica and I not only hated each other, but we acted as we didn't exist to each other after the fight.
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Later that night, I went on AIM Instant Messenger, which was a way to communicate with people if they have an account as well. I used this to message my friend to apologize for my mom getting mad and having to pick us up early. This story will forever be embedded in my brain because of all the consequences this phone gave me.
I just wished my sister and I had our own phones so that we would be individuals and would have eliminated so many other fights.
I understand her reasoning on giving us one phone to share, but it had more cons than pros.
I just wished my sister and I had our own phones so that we would be individuals and would have eliminated so many other fights.
I understand her reasoning on giving us one phone to share, but it had more cons than pros.
As I got older, I learned the importance of not relying and depending on phones much because I first hand experience negative consequences from cell phones.
This experience has taught me that if I had twins, I wouldn’t make them share a phone because of the negative consequences that I had. We need to teach twins as individuals and as not a unit. My mom learned the hard way about this and eventually gave us each our own phones.
This experience has taught me that if I had twins, I wouldn’t make them share a phone because of the negative consequences that I had. We need to teach twins as individuals and as not a unit. My mom learned the hard way about this and eventually gave us each our own phones.