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[Chris]

It was a cold and dreary winter afternoon, you know; the kind that makes you want to curl up in a ball and sleep until summer. I’d been at school all day and was looking forward to an afternoon of no homework, an afternoon in which I could slip on[INTO?] my pajamas and stay in bed till morning, an afternoon filled with tumblr[Tumblr (tumblr is the logo only)] and twitter[Twitter] and no cares to be had. When I got home and turned on my ipod[. Not] notxx one of the 3 familiar lines found in the top left corner of the screen was lit up.
No lit up lines; No wifi. [No lines lit up; no wi-fi.]
My heart literally skipped a beat.xx, internet[Internet} was[is?] important to me, more important than it probably should [have been =should be?]. I quickly called my dad to figure out how long this lack of internet[Internet} was going to last. I hoped for ten maybe fifteen minutes at the worst but my hopes were quickly extinguished when he told me the internet[Internet} would be out for the rest of the day. Internet was[is?] my life; I couldn’t survive ten minutes let alone the rest of the day without some sort of social media.
I sat on my bed wondering what I was supposed to do for the next four hours without any social media or interne[Internet} t. Soon my wondering turned into thoughts, thoughts of impossible things. I imagined what life would be like in china[China], I imagined what the first man on the moon thought when his foot didn’t touch the surface quiet[quite] as fast as he had pictured, I imagined how much better my life would be if I would just change some of the little things (like the amount of time I wasxx[spend] on the internet[Internet} for example).
My thoughts grew and grew till my mind just couldn’t hold them any longer[PERIOD] I rustled through my desk drawer till I came up with a blank piece of paper and I started writing. At first it wasn’t much but before long I had to find more paper to fit all my thoughts. It didn’t matter how much my hand was starting to hurt or how uncomfortable my chair was,[;] it didn’t matter that it was almost dinner time or that I was still wearing my uncomfortable but oh so fashionable shoes,;] it just mattered that all these emotions; grief, anger, despair, and even happiness, were finally finding their way out. I had hid[hidden] behind thisxx [a] mask of [an image] whoxx[that] people (including me) thoughtxx [believed] I was. butxx itxx[It] wasn’t until that afternoon that I found myself. I never fully understood how important it was to let my emotions out in this simple, almost beautiful way until that cold afternoon.
I no longer take refuge behind the safety of the internet[Internet}. I am no longer just a piece in this game we call social media. I discovered myself on a seemingly simple cold and bleak afternoon, a day that could’ve been justxxOmit been filled with more blogging and tweeting but was instead an afternoon full of change and innovation.