I still remember my first day of college. I walked into my Comparative Politics class and scanned the room. Everyone seemed to be wearing different versions of the same outfit. They looked like clones. They all were all mindlessly staring at their iPhones, or rummaging through their email — in effort to avoid making direct eye contact with one
another — or God forbid initiating a conversation.
I sat down and scrolled through Facebook on my phone and sighed, imitating the rows of clones. The second the professor walked in the class immediately corrected their relaxed posture, and put the Apple products to the side. He turned on a projector and rambled about the start of the semester. Precisely 27 minutes of the lecture had
gone by until I felt absolutely hopeless. He was rambling about the Cuban missile crisis one second and the Arab Spring the next. Somewhere between the Japanese economy and the difference between a state and…
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