By Caroline Ho, Assistant Editor
“You’ll have your internet next week,” the tech guys estimate.
My head is reeling, thoughts awhirl, fixated on the date.
A week without the web? I don’t know how I’ll stand the wait.
No, maybe this won’t be so bad. I’ll make it good. I’ll make it great.
There’s plenty I can do at home without a web connection.
Without this web distraction, I can focus with perfection.
I will turn this into one whole week of wholesome self-reflection:
Rediscover real activities. It’s a week of resurrection!
Now that I can’t waste those hours online, I’ll use my time to cook.
I will tidy up for real for once, clean all those dusty nooks.
No YouTube and no Netflix? Back to good, old-fashioned books!
All this internet-less clarity brings such a fresh outlook!
Time to tackle my to-do lists long-forgotten or ignored.
Time to hit the gym, the library, plus all the grocery stores.
I’m determined to enjoy this as I go about my chores.
This web-free week will not defeat me. I’m refusing to be bored!
I will choose to make these seven days my opportunity.
I can shed dependent habits. I can break out this new me.
The internet’s a trap, I think. Without it, look—I’m FREE.
Goodbye, web-addicted self. Let this be my grand eulogy!
I’m wholly ready for this week—
—wait, is that Wi-Fi?
My internet is back?! But just five minutes have gone by!
I guess tech guy was wrong. Now what?? Perhaps I should still try—
Oh look, notification light! Attention span, GOODBYE.
