I'm a waitress. When it's not busy, all the servers stand around, whip out their iPhones and start playing online Scrabble with each other. Giving in to peer pressure, I pull out my cell phone. It's then that I realize I don't belong.

When my nail polish-covered, cracked Nokia flip-phone finally rang its last jingle, I did the unthinkable. I bought an iPhone. Yeah, I know, stuck in the middle ages of technology. But in my defense, I do live by the stereotypical college kid budget, so give me a break. 

Since I activated my sleek new gadget approximately 28 hours ago, I think I've checked my email 135 times, changed my Facebook status at least eight, and Twittered 29 tweets. While this social upkeep might be considered normal these days, I can't help but question what I just got myself into.

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