When I got to my classroom this morning, I started through my regular procedure. I reached into my bag to check my phone for messages one last time before I put it back into the bag and lock it in the closet for the rest of the day--and my phone wasn't in my bag. I had forgotten it.
I felt that momentary pang of anxiety. I'm not sure that it came from not having immediate contact with anyone and everyone; as I said, I keep my phone put away all through the school day anyway. No, it came from not knowing exactly where the was. I mean, I was 99% sure it was on my headboard, still connected to the charger, but that 1% gnawed at me. But only momentarily. I put the phone-less bag into the closet and carried on with my day as usual.
Yet, I did feel that pang of anxiety. And I'm someone who spent the first 40+ years of his life without a cell phone. I can understand a little more why my students, who have had a phone in their hands since they were toddlers, might have more anxiety than I do when trying to live without their phones for 60 minutes per class period. I understand it, but I don't buckle to that understanding. That anxiety might just as accurately be called an addiction and I see no reason to enable someone's addiction.
Still, I got the slightest peek into that addiction today.