Prom just might be the biggest event of the year at NS. Thousands of students and community members show up to see students promenade. Junior boys and girls get partnered up by height, perform a choreographed dance, and get announced to those in attendance.
The Promenade is a time for students to connect to each other and get away from our screens, but we didn’t. During the practices for the Promenade, many juniors had been looking at their phones instead of talking to their Promenade partners, consequentially missing out on meaningful connections. I’m guilty of this as well; I should have been talking to my partner a lot more than I did.
As a society, and especially as a generation, we have developed an immense dependency on our devices, such that we cannot face new environments without our noses pressed up against a screen.
Also, there’s been an increase of people that do things solely for the sake of posting about it on social media. So many people will go to concerts and just record the entire time, or go to a nice restaurant and take pictures of their food before thinking about eating it.
There’s a few things that I think are at fault for this: phone-induced social anxiety (feeling dependent on our screens to get us through new interactions and situations), and a longing for perfection and to live the most “aesthetic” life.
A study done by the CDC in 2025 showed that children and adolescents with more than 2 hours of daily screen time have an increased risk of poor peer relationships, conduct problems, and emotional symptoms. That is to say, difficulty regulating themselves and a higher likelihood of developing mental health issues.
A dependency on our phones doesn’t help our social skills at all, it just perpetuates the cycle and slowly makes them worse and worse. Screen dependency is something that I’ve experienced, and something that occurs regularly in my life. I find myself feeling anxious if I ever don’t have my phone in my back pocket. I sometimes feel the need to check it just to make sure it’s still there, even though the weight in my back pocket hasn’t gotten any lighter. If anything, over time it’s gotten heavier.
Growing up, a close relative of mine was a firm believer in not having phones or any other distractions at the dinner table. As he put it, “no toys at the table”. Dinner at this relative’s house used to be filled with deep conversations and discussions, ranging from how the world works to the inner workings of a TV, and taking apart that TV.
My relative has since forgotten his own rule. Now, at dinner, he stays on his phone for most of it. Whether he is looking at the news or scrolling through Instagram, the dinner conversations have dwindled into something much rarer than they should be. The time that used to be one of the best parts of the day has become a 30 minute period of being in the same vicinity yet far apart from each other.
The rise of influencers on Instagram, TikTok, and the like have caused regular, normal people to have the desire to become influencers. The ultra-filtered content we come across from major influencers has given many a distorted view of how real life is and how life should look like. The influencers that constantly record their daily lives have spurred many to do the same, even if they don’t post the videos they record.
Sixteen years ago, you could go to a concert and expect to find new friendships among people that have the same music taste. You could make connections with new people, the kind of connections that could last a lifetime. Everyone in attendance would create lasting memories, and the concert would end up being something that “you just had to be there” for.
Nowadays, if you go to a concert expecting the experience you had in 2010, you will be sorely disappointed. It’s become nothing like how it once was. Those that aren’t there can be there, and those that are there aren’t. Those that are there record the entire concert, and focus more on making sure the band is in frame than focusing on the band itself. Those that aren’t there can look up the concert on social media for free, so what’s the point of paying hundreds of dollars to go see Benson Boone live if you can just look it up?
Put down your devices, talk to those around you. Make new connections, even though it’ll be hard at first. It gets easier with time. I, for one, plan to start putting in an active effort when it comes to putting down my devices at home so that I may interact with my parents.
There’s plenty of time to spend scrolling on our devices and recording our lives, but we only have so many opportunities to truly experience the world we live in. In 40 years, we won’t remember the TikTok we scrolled past, but we might remember the people we laughed with at prom practice despite all the awkwardness. So many things only happen once, and I pray that we aren’t too distracted to let those precious moments pass us by.

