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Q. You have been on an activity holiday and you have been asked to write for your school or college magazine about your experience. By Fasih-ul-Hassan Taqvi


The Froebelian Scoop

“Tour Nature: Wild and untamed”

This article discusses and talks about the respective writer’s wondrous and outwardly experience whilst he explored nature and its idiosyncrasies. 

By: Fasih-Ul-Hassan Taqvi

Date: 8th October 2020

Alright you’re already stressed about the upcoming exams. Most of you folks are rummaging through your $400 finance book that you’ve never opened. Some of you might be scrolling your phone’s pages hastily to contact your friend and rant about how much you loathe college. But to make matters worse, BAM, the college newspaper that no one practically reads, knocks on your front door. But hear me out on this one, because this article is good for your general well being.  

Are you willing to find a solution to the never-ending pressure and anxiety? A gateway to a much welcomed, temporary state of solitude and bliss. Well here I am the doctor, and I shall prescribe to my dear patients (you viewers) the antidote. Travelling. There is a famous quote, “travelling leaves you speechless and then turns you into a storyteller”. When you are greeted by the benevolent gaze of canoeing, or the daunting sport of abseiling, all of that exam tension will be lifted and occupied by excitement instead. So I’ll let you in on my little clandestine adventure and how I got rid of my shaky nerves.

  • What activities can you participate in

First things first, my rendezvous was to a little town in Spain, that appears as a small dot on the global map. As proven by science, exercise is a key tool in reducing stress and anxiety. Exercise releases endorphins, a chemical that acts as a natural painkiller which not only improves sleeping habits, but gets rid of stress. Now some of you must be dreading and loathing the notion of exercise and having to get up from your cozy mattress, but I’m not referring to crunches or planks. I’m talking about physical activities, including sports. Yes hiking with friends whilst creating boomerangs on the “gram” is included. 

Now in terms of activities I participated in, one of the most thrilling was zip-lining. For those who are not acquainted with the sport of zip lining, you are stationed on the edge of a platform. Fortunately, there are safety measures; hence your body is connected to a rope that is connected to a steel cable that stretches 500 ft down the slope. Usually the art of zip lining is done over verdant shrubs or in extreme circumstances, violent rapids and hostile gorges. It’s less of a physical activity, but more of a mental one. Every single muscle in your body shall resist the exuberant and foolish orders of your brain. But here me out. Take a deep breath, forget fear is actually a real thing, and close your eyes and then leap. 

In short, zip lining for me was like one of those dreams, or nightmares, where you are perilously falling to your unfortunate end. Yet the chances of death are non-existent, and you can liken the rope and parachute to the opening of eyes and awakening to reality after that terrible dream. You can picture zip-lining as the safest mode of free-falling that includes bungee jumping and abseiling. After that zip-lining ordeal, I started valuing life from a different perspective, heck I kissed the ground when Mr. Lark got me down. 

  • What I enjoyed and didn’t enjoy. My recommendations to you

Now some of you might not be infatuated by the idea of paying to be scared. Things like horror movies or gory serials aren’t your thing. Luckily in these Spanish travel lodges, zip-lining isn’t your only option. You can sample certain activities like hiking, or camping, with the other young adults, under the dense forest of redwoods and Cedars, whilst overlooking the snow capped peaks that effortlessly surpass 8000 ft. The voices and laughter of 200 students bubbled and echoed through the forest like hot broth. 

I highly endorse holding a karaoke competition, even the greatest cameras of Canon can not capture the euphoria and joy we felt whilst we cavorted to cheesy songs and guffawed at our companions terrible vocal skills. We gave the name to our camp “the den of crows”, because like crows, our singing was ear-piercing. 

Other options that I really savoured and enjoyed were swimming and having a dip with my mates in the volcanic springs and teal stained lakes of the Alps. Taking a bath in the volcanic springs is a first-class form of a massage. Even better, it moisturizes the skin and can heal eczema. I remember most of my group spending their final hours working out in the pool, or paddling around like poodle dogs. When we ran out of ideas, or were too tired because of our activities, most of us would play cards. 

If you really think you’re brave, or if you have a big ego, you can combat and battle the turbulent streams and rapids roaming the dense forests in the new sport of canoeing. Canoeing was the most thrilling and nerve-racking activity of them all. I loved and hated it. It’s the perfect way to unveil nature’s bipolar side and test your mental strength and personal limits. It’s a ticket to forgetting those mistakes and rubbish that you wrote in your late GCSE’s or SAT’s, final exams, you get what I mean. 

Now without a doubt, it’s quite dangerous. Don’t worry, there are tight security and safety regulations and the tour guides present, give tips and lectures over how to behave, how to avoid mishaps and accidents. Most importantly, there is an emergency plan in place that is undertaken in case of someone getting severely injured. Our tour guide was Mrs. Boulding, a fitness enthusiast and an eccentric lady who believed canoeing was the champion of sports. She would say, “All men were created equal, but then some became canoers”. Her husband was given the connotation “Elk King”, because he would brag about the time how a group of elks came towards him and ate out of his hands. Or how he shot three elks dead when he was in Canada. 

The adrenaline activity of canoeing at first was fun and exciting, but slowly turned into a drudge for me. Instead of following orders, the other teens and young adults began smacking the raft against the river bed and the wall of cyclonical rocks. Yes, I battled my inner fear of drowning, but it really wasn’t too enjoyable. The wetsuit made me feel like a boiling egg and I got blisters on my legs due to constant exposure to water. I had to spend three grueling days of my one month tenure to Spain because of the reckless attitude of others. (for god’s sake just stick to the basic canoeing manual on I also had to deal with incessant bullying from my friends, so for me canoeing is a no go. 

  • What I learnt

Jokes aside, I really valued the time that I spent away from the college campus. Instead of jotting down points or scribbling my hours away on the copy writing about Psychology, I utilized my time to relax. You could say I meditated my stress away; however I also worked on my fears and conquered them. Fear of heights: gone, fear of wild animals gone! Fear of death: GONE!

As a wise man said “In the end we only regret the chances we don’t take”

So I implore my viewers and fellow peers, get up from the sofa and book your next ticket to your dream destination. Forget about the exams, find a spot within your budget and get a group of friends that can go with you! Also, spending some time in the wild, free from the clutches of electronics, improves focus and strengthens retention power. You respective observers would be pleased to learn that your efficiency in college will likely be higher than before. I went from C’s to straight A’s. On the contrary, exercise will reduce risk of mental diseases like depression and insomnia. I went from C’s to straight A’s. But that’s my job, to get the latest tea and piece of advice to you readers. Take care, see you later. 


Article: A Passage to Africa By Javeria Husain


Froeblian Writers

 Africa In Angst
Javeria writes about her account as a reporter during the war in Somalia. Her work is read by millions worldwide today.
I would like personally like to share my overwhelming experience with my readers, as this specific topic needs a lot of awareness and their tough lives, the survivors in Africa, and their stories must, must, must be heard out.
This is a very sensitive yet potent topic, beware, and read on your own risk, nevertheless, I encourage all of you to read this as this is an imperative issue that cannot afford a single eye to be turned on and left with as that.
Put yourself in the shoes of a survivor of a blazen warzone. Your family slowly decreasing in number, leaving the world with terror and agony as a last thought. Each passing more painful than the next. Food becoming scarce, portions decreasing on the daily, the feeling of weakness and pain terrorizing your body to the extent it’s paralyzed in pain. One thought on your mind, ‘will it ever get better?’ ‘when will the pain end?’
How would you feel?
Trapped. Helpless.
The same thoughts clouded my head when my eyes laid upon the blood stained streets of Africa, shrieks of agony and pleads of prevention of pain echoing through the place, bouncing off from one ear to another, each cry becoming more desperate than the next.
I saw at least a thousand terrorized faces, with innocence and betrayal painted on them. The place I was currently visiting then was a village too small to accommodate the thousands of injured laying about. Since the villages where situated in the outskirts of the city in Gufgaduud, aid agencies and medical help was yet to arrive, leaving myself to arrive at the aftermath of a warzone territory.
With a heavy heart, I tramped from one cramped, dismantled hut to another. Brace yourself for what I’m about to tell you, because I still think about this at night, and I can assure that so will you.
There was Amina Abddirahman, a mother, who left in the morning in hope to return to her two hungry and sick daughters, Habiba & Ayaan, only to come back to treat one, shaking child. Her passing was a silent one, but she left the world in hunger, and terror, and most of all, unsurity.
And yet, how are we living, knowing this? That we take everything for granted?
It’s the unthinkable. It’s cruelty.
The other neighbouring hut of the suffering, and now grieving women contained an elderly woman, an innocent elderly woman who had grazed the bullet of a warrior, and due to her weak physique, her leg’s bone fragmented to miniatures and crushed her bone in half, the flesh decayed at the bloody wound. Her eyes, had lost hope- were clouded in sorrow and were tinted a squimish yellow. Her eyes coloured the same tinted as her decaying flesh, which was left to rott, a yellow/ green liquid seeping out from the wound. My heart ached for her, and everyone else who suffered in silence & despair.
They all do not have a voice to channel out their suffering, their pain, their agony. To what extent will these conditions worsen for the world to wake up? We must think about this seriously.
This is not justice. It’s injustice.You can make a change, together, we all can.
Making my way through the battlefield, and glancing at the limp, hopeless survivors of the war, their faces with a hint of hope seeing a new, friendly, face. I felt a wave of pity surge through my body. These innocent citizens of all ages, babies to very adults were deprived of their basic, key neccisities in life. A home. A peaceful life. Food in their bellies. Healthcare. Clean water.\
Yet,we take these resources for granted. We, as a whole, have so many reasons to live for in life, and these poor people in vain and sorrow do not have one,instead, they cherish the little things in life, like the sunrise, or sunset, as they are oblivious and clueless to whether it’d be the last they witness.
The thought of these innocent lives not only made my heart ache in sorrow, pity and sadness, but utter disgust. Revulsion. Disgust for the rotting bodies I had encountered. Disgust mixed with sorrow. It was s horrifying sight, that made me blink  twice, and scrunch my nose, and I’m sure you would too- but sorrow for how unexpected their future is, especially lacking of motivation.
Carrying all of those thoughts, the sight of the warzone slowly started to desensitize to my eyes, as my eyes scanned here and there, not expecting to see anything better, but worse.
Oh, how I was wrong.
It was a brief exchange of glances, but those two seconds highlighted my entire journey there.
A shy smile had caught my eye- not a fake, plastered, smile, not of joy, not of hope, or greeting.
But the simple, yet genuine curve of lips gave me comfort, and my mind pondered on to what possible reason was to that smile.
And it brings me here to the conclusion that, that smile that struck me made me realize that despite everything that was collapsing around that man, he managed to muster a smile to see the brighter side of life, as every situation has a positive side to it. I was oblivious to that reason, but he was not.
The one regret I hold against myself is that I did not trail after that nameless person, and ask for his name.
Yet, the exchange of eye contact left me in a trance .
Take every blessing you have as a privilege and not for granted, my fellow readers.
I’ll leave you to think about that.

Q. Article: You have recently visited a war riddled country. You have been asked to write an article for your school and magazine relating your experiences. Include the following What you saw What were your emotions What you learnt. Name: Syed Fasih-ul-Hassan Taqvi Class: 10B



“Blood, Sweat and Tears”

The writer talks about their life changing experiences as they visit a country troubled by war

By: Fasih Taqvi

Date: 28 October 2019


How? Why? That’s what I thought to myself as I crossed the once shanty towns that had now burned to the ground. War I knew, was something not to take something lightly. But what I saw was something I could never prepare myself for. Horrors of such sorts that I thought never existed. Sights that have forever etched itself in my mind. But moving on, I will now tell you what I saw and how it changed my overall attitude towards life itself.

When I entered what was once the country’s capital all I saw were hundreds of lean, hungry, terrified faces all betrayed by their country and government. There was no life to be found. Yet if there was, it would be wound festering bodies, laying their helplessly, struggling with every breath they took. To weak to find food, to weak to find help. Despite how sick it sounds, the need for shocking material is like a another hit of morphine, each more nerve racking and brain shattering than before.

Conversely, there was a small village in the middle of nowhere, a place we had yet to reach. After a tedious 2 hour journey our group of journalists reached. The roads surrounding the area were unpaved dirt roads, untouched by mankind, preserved by nature. The first thing I saw there were a group of small girls huddled together. Their bodies were as thin as a stick, their skin as sunken in as a raisin. Death was around the corner for them. You could see it in their yellow eyes, you could detect it in the putrid air that surrounded them. But there was nothing that could be done, nothing you could do. These young girls, so fragile, had been robbed of all the happiness in the world only to pass away with a small whimper.

My reaction and attitude to everything that day was a mixture of fear, disgust and sorrow. I mean, without a doubt who wouldn’t be sickened by such terrors. Right? The revulsion to see nature taking it heed to themselves to decide the fate of others. Having to see living bodies slowly fading away is painful to watch. How could someone be so cruel? Who could treat another person in such a manner? That’s what I constantly thought to myself; and to see no international organization or source of foreign aid made me angry. You would be too.

Furthermore, to see humanity being lowered to such standards is appalling. To see that; along with the old woman I met, who had been unfortunately shot in the leg. It shook me to my core. It really illustrated how horrific war is. We can all go back to the comfort of our homes, whilst their suffering never ends. I felt pity, sympathy for them. From hearing the death of two young teens, Habiba and Ayesha, to the young man shot dead right dead in front of my eyes, those emotions never left my side. What was it that caused these feelings? That is something I might never answer.

As a result, this brings me to my final point. What did I learn? Well as one wise man said,” Life has so many great opportunities for everyone to experience and to learn in the best of ways.” Indeed, it reflected how if anything manifests itself in its purest form, whether it be war or peace, can change our perspective to life. Moreover, being there helped me to understand not everyone is born with a silver spoon in their mouth, not everyone gets the same opportunities I got. Finally, war taught me that actions has consequences; and as one person said, “Every action has a reaction.”

It connoted to me how careless actions of certain people can ruin the lives of others around them. So, what I observed there convinced me that I would share my story with all the purpose and power I had. War was a seminal, climatic moment for me as a journalist. To make the known unknown. To make sure that you guys, my dear audience, know what’s happening. So, I end my story on a high note and I hope you have been inspired by what has been said.


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Article Writing: Visiting a War-Riddled Country. By Areeha Fatima


Article Writing

  1. You have recently visited a war-riddled country with your family. You have been asked to write an article for your school magazine relating your experiences. In your article include the following:
  • What you saw
  • What were your emotions
  • What you learnt


War Writers


The most tragic experience of visiting a war-riddled country, Alasiah.

By: Areesha Fatima

October 28th, 2019.

Have you ever visited a war-riddled country? I am sure a very few number of people have. So, you cannot even imagine the pain and emotions of the people living there. I will make sure that you will be able to feel their pain and hopefully visit a war-riddled country in the future after reading my article (my experience).

I saw thousands of hungry, frightened and betrayed faces as I made my way through the tiny huts made out of straws. As I entered one of them, I saw three girls lying on the dirt floor of their hut. They were helpless. Their teary faces could bring tears on any or everyone’s face.

Moreover, Alasiah had been under attack in a war since as long as I can remember. I had always wanted to visit a war-riddled country so I could help them in any way.

Seeing broken families was really breaking me. There was this old woman who laid in her hut, abandoned by relations who were too weak to carry her. I could see every other person struggling, struggling to survive.

I was extremely sad when an unexpected thing caught my attention. I saw a feeble smile. An old man quietly sitting outside, leaning on a tree and smiling. What was it about that smile? How could he smile? It was not a smile of greeting or a smile of happiness. It was neither a smile of any sort of sadness or sympathy. This smile moved me in a way that was unexplainable. It touched me.

This was the face that I will never forget.

My reaction to everyone and everything else I met and saw that day was a mixture of disgust and sympathy. There was utter despair. The feelings of disgust came from the extreme degeneration of the human body, people suffering from kwashiorkor (lack of protein, body mass). The twin evils of hunger and disease had taken over the whole of Alasiah.

A heartbreaking incident occurred when I saw a five-year-old child with two small pieces of bread. I came to him for a photograph as I had to inform and provide my school with every detail of Alasiah. So, as soon as I went to him, he immediately put his hand forward with one piece of bread and offered it to me with the most innocent expression I had ever seen. In no time, my teary eyes made an eye contact with his pure and innocent eyes (as his eyes spoke for him). I held his hand and took out a granola bar and any other treat from my backpack and handed it over to him. He quickly hugged me.

It was the most satisfying hug, ever!

This hug reminded me of the smiling old man, who was no longer there when I saw him. I knew before my visit that I will definitely see and learn a great deal of things but this smile only brought one word to my mind again and again, grateful.


Despite going through so many hardships, that old man was smiling. It made me regret everything I did when I was ungrateful. This man had not uttered a single word but had left me with so many questions to think about.

Alasiah has my heart!

It has made me into a stronger and a better person. That is why I have decided to publish this article in the school magazine so that you guys will be able to learn from my experience. I hope this article motivated you to be as grateful as possible.

One thing I really want to do is, is to meet that old man again and thank him for how without even talking to me, he has changed me.

Stop being ungrateful!


Web contribution:Working part time – After school treatment or torture? by Nooh Adnan


The Student Room

Working part time – After school treatment or torture?

An overlook to tell whether working part is helpful or just another weight to carry?

Nooh Adnan


So, you’ve had some free time in your after-school hours and need to pay rent. You are probably thinking to start working at your local grocery store to earn a few dollars. You also might be hesitant to take such a big step, after all what’s more important than ensuring that you get a good grade, right? Well, you’ve come to the right place, as we have compiled the remarks and opinions of other college students to once and for all decide whether you should accept that part-time job, or put your time in something more worthwhile.

Now, it really all depends on the type of person you are. If you are well organized and are not intimidated by prospect of working, then perhaps you could combat against the responsibilities of having a job and still be able to maintain a consistent grade. It also depends on the kind of job you are willing to take. Try to get a good deal from your employers, to extract a reasonable balance between the labor you put in, and the fruit that it bears. That said, it’s time to compare the Pros and Cons of having an after-school job.

  1. The Pro’s:
  2. Financial Support:

Working at a job gets you paid. That’s the gist of it. You could earn money to take care of all the numerous taxes or bills that is long overdue, not to mention the plague that is college debt. Or you could savor your hard-earned cash, and use your little fortune to enjoy some of the luxuries in life. Perhaps you want that new laptop that you saw gleaming at you from the store window, or dine at the fancy new restaurant that opened across the street.


  1. Experience:

If you have already decided which field and company you want to work for when you settle in for a permanent job, then you could consider getting an internship at said company. A lot of the biggest companies offer internships to new workers who require experience for a job, or just need college credit.


A job like this could go very far if you want to ensure a place at a company. It lets you observe the inner workings of the company, as well as its office environment. Being an apprentice also means that instead of working full time at more advanced stations, you get to save time for yourself (not to forget those long pages of homework) and learn the ins and outs of the place.


It even gives you an insight on how your higher-ups handle their daily tasks, which could help you out in the long run.


  1. Socialising:

Usually a lot of your fellow co-workers are working for the same reasons you are. This gives you a lot to relate with and discuss about with fellow interns. Bonding with people who share common interests with you, is a superb formula to gain a few extra friends.


If you that’s far-fetched, a study in 2015 showed that around 75% of college students mostly made friends at after-study workplaces rather than the college itself. Researchers claim this to be because the average college student barely takes time to get to know their classmates, but spends multiple hours together in a workplace.


  • The Cons:
  1. Competition:

Job security is an important part of keeping a job. Making sure that you don’t lose your job from the sea of applicants that managers are forced to choose from. Some will have better resumes than you, so in order to maintain your job, you need to be working consistently.

This may lead in you losing time handling the menial aspects of a part-time job.


  1. Work-Study-Life Balance:

Having a job means that you need to be dedicated to it and invest time in order to make it fruitful and worthwhile. You need to be able to balance and divide your time between working, and having a life; that’s without accounting the time you actually need to spend studying. It is tough for those who have a job and also need to study, which means you have to be organised to make it work.


  1. Working hours:

Some jobs require you to be up and working, even at the dead of night. You need to make sure that you can handle the stress and tension that accompanies such a responsibility.  Not to mention the implied security concerns and sleep deprivation that it brings up. You need to make sure that you can handle a suitable time-table offered by your workplace, otherwise perhaps you are not set up to handle a job so early.


  1. Responsibility:

With great power comes great responsibility. You need to make sure that you are up to take the task and become responsible and handle the work. Otherwise, it could become a burden for you, and the others working around you if you aren’t able to keep up and stay organized.


  • What can you learn at the end of the day?
  1. Management:
    You need to be able to manage yourself before you manage a department. That is why it is great idea to be able to manage a small group or watch someone else do the managing and learning tips from them
  2. Life skills and extra credit:

Some places can teach skills to workers can be used long after you stop working at the place as well as those that can come in handy if you apply for a full-time job. Banks can teach accounting that can come in handy calculating your own taxes. Bakeries can teach you how to cook those delicious cakes that they serve to customers on a daily basis. Depending on what you job you choose, you could learn a thing or two from these huge corporations and implement them in you own life.


  1. Budgeting:

If you are working to maximise your monthly income then you may pick up a thing or two about budgeting. A study shows that over 75% of students who work part-time benefit tenfold in terms of budgeting  by learning how to balance their budget from discounts that they get from their workplaces as well as implementing techniques that their won workplace implements, such as calculattinf tax. This means that depsit financially struggling workers learn how to save money an when best to spend it.


To conclude, working has many benefits. However to truly gain an advantage from it you need to be responsible enough to carry your own load and be able to manage your time, to keep a balance in your life before you take such a step.


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Online Article: Technology: The Enemy or Survival of teems? by Nooh Adnan


The official news page of College Edexcel

Technology: The Enemy or Survival of teems?

Should students of our school be warned or encouraged to integrate mobile devices into their daily lives.

Nooh Adnan

Sunday, 10th December 2019


It would be unfair if I went through all of this without an apology. I’m deeply sorry. Even now I can hear the moaning and groaning of several students as teachers try to shove this article down their throats. It wasn’t my idea; I just write the column. Forgive me.

However, I can do justice by being fair. This is a topic that once and for all needs to be conclusively answered. We all know that technology has taken over the world, and it has become nearly impossible to find anyone, teachers and students alike, without a phone in their pockets or a laptop in their backpacks. They have become a tool in our daily lives making it much simpler and straight forward to do otherwise long, boring tasks in a matter of minutes. This probably means that they are not the menace that they are made out to be, right? The answer is much more complicated than that. In the famous words of a Judge, John Barrowman, “A knife is merely just a tool. It’s the owner that defines whether it is evil or not”. So, let’s go on a journey to settle once and for all the answer to this debate.

  • A tool for the better:


As I mentioned before, both teachers and students find use of technology in their day-to-day lives. Projectors make it easier to display a full white-board’s worth of information, emails have made it so that we can send homework to teachers at a blink of an eye. Now I can sit back at home, halfway across the world in my pajamas with my laptop on my lap (pun unintended) and send homework to my teachers, without having to leave my comfy bed.


Above all of this the internet, and social media have done what even a paper and pen could do:

help us and interact with new people, anywhere. An Instagram celebrity, who you may have heard of and so happens to attend our school, Emily Earhart (@Ehrt, on Instagram if you didn’t know) believes that social media is not as bad as people make it out to be. As she quoted when I approached her, “I’m the same person online and in real life. Instagram is just an extension to all of it” and “I used to be a shy child, now look at me, I’m in the school news!”


As enthusiastic as she may seem, she could not rival our own reporters’ excitement -Jenny Peabody- when she came back with her own research, taking multiple surveys at our school. In a desire to get her name on the front page, she was able to get over 100 students to participate (an accomplishment, as it takes a special sort of power to convince students to take part in a survey – I know I wouldn’t have filled a survey). According to her, “The results show that face-to-face time between students has not changed. Not a single willing participant showed signs of wanting to be on their phone rather than hanging out with their friends. Even those who were interrupted while loitering on social media showed no signs of annoyance and didn’t mind giving the survey. Technology has just added another layer to it”. Similarly, there are many studies that share our results and even suggest that online networking can’t be bad for you (Read: The Gossiping Trends).


However, just as many claim the reverse. That’s right, its time to dwell deep into the side effects of mobile technology and how they plague the modern generation. Brace for impact, students.


  • A tool for the worse:


It I common belief on many news sources that social media is referred to as a villain. Many renowned websites such as, ‘The Quibbler’ or ‘The Daily Times’, claim that contrary to our above statement, teenagers do indeed spend a lot of time online rather than with friends or family. When asked, Phillipa Grogan claimed that he would sell his kidney to buy a new phone. After adding a few colorful adjectives, he said that his parents didn’t understand his needs for a



Despite being a major part of technology, social media is not the only aspect about technology. Taken out of average, about 60% of teenagers use Spotify. Facebook has revealed that over 40% of teenagers use their service. Whilst Discord totals about 40% of teens using it to play video games online. Finally, a report issued by the Phone Distributing district shows how 70% of all teens own a phone. Those are big numbers, even by today’s standards.


This shows digital communications has become the way for teens to communicate. According to Mr. Smith, a literature teacher, “It has become teenagers’ lives”.


It can be seen that technology has become a part of us. We spend more time on it than anything else. We have nothing else to do without time and it is corrupting our minds. We should get out more and spend less time on our gadgets. (Sorry the committee wanted a “good message”).


According to our specialist, the one and only Mr. Crystal – who you all must know as our psychology teacher – coincidentally has studied this topic in great detail. This is why we sent one of our reporters to interview one of our seniors most teachers (Details will be included in our next issue!)


To summarize the interview, Mr. Crystal gives us references to kids using social media as a way to play practical jokes on the internet, playing games, doing things that kids would normally do anyway, just on a different platform.


To quote our esteemed teacher, “Even schools and examination halls have adapted the ‘NO TEXTING SLANG’ rule, to stop students from using abbreviation from such acts”. After talking to many kids, Mr. Crystal does indeed note than from 100% of all kids, 99% of kids found this as a joke and would never act so low as using text abbreviations in their essays (XD, OMG ppl actually do this? Not me obv, lol). However, this doesn’t hide the fact that this was done often enough for the rule to have been applied.


  • The final Verdict: for better or for worse?


The final verdict all boils down on what type of student you are. A lot of students are able to use technology to their benefit and don’t seem to be affected by it mentally or physically. However, it does not hurt to take a break once in a while. Some people have gotten painfully addicted to the magic on our hands that is the mobile phone, but there should always be a limit to eanverything in life. Control should be exercised. I’m not supposed to have an opinion, but I think student should allow to limit themselves to what they seem is fair. Until then, the knife is only as evil as its owner.