shreyamap

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Rejecting the False Dichotomy Surrounding Social Media

PROMPT: Unplugged: Op-Ed Competition

My day used to begin not with the sound of my alarm, but with the artificial light of a phone screen and the scroll through notifications that follow it. I’d been known to snore through consecutive alarms, but the influx of information first thing in the morning was the mental espresso shot that kept my eyes open long enough to roll out of bed.

And if this doesn’t sound familiar, you’re either lying, or you’re on the path to enlightenment.
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shreyamap (United States) published:

Rejecting the False Dichotomy Surrounding Social Media

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My day begins not with the sound of my alarm, but with the artificial light of a phone screen and the scroll through notifications that follow it. I’ve been known to snore through consecutive alarms, but the influx of information first thing in the morning is the mental espresso shot that keeps my eyes open long enough to roll out of bed.

And if this doesn’t sound familiar, you’re either lying, or you’re on the path to enlightenment.

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I Identify as a Cuisine

PROMPT: Food Writing Competition 2019

    She poured the piping chai back and forth between the pot and cup—cooling it down for my sensitive tongue—and set it down before me alongside a plate of samosas. While relishing the flaky pastries packed with potatoes and peas, my mother would vent to me about the latest outrage at work and listen to me detail my positively riveting day at middle school. Each day without fail, I would retrieve a pack of biscuits from our stockpile sourced from...

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