The Phone Wars at School: Who Really Owns One?

At school, my classmates have started showing off their mobile phones. Nokia, Sony Ericsson, Siemens—some with cool slide-up designs, others with flashy keypads that light up. But the real kings of the playground are the Sony Ericsson Walkman series. Those with built-in MP3 players and fancy orange accents make their owners look like rock stars.

Every break time, the “phone kids” would gather, transferring MP3s and funny videos via infrared or Bluetooth. It was a slow process—holding two phones close together, waiting for the tiny progress bar to crawl across the screen. Sometimes, we’d even fight over whose turn it was to send a new song.

But here’s the thing: not everyone actually owned a phone. Some kids were just borrowing their parents’ phones to flex. I knew how to tell. The secret? If they didn’t share their phone number or couldn’t reply to a text, that phone definitely wasn’t theirs!

Me? I once had a phone back in first grade. My parents gave it to me so I could call them when school ended. But instead of going straight home, I’d follow my friends to their houses, completely forgetting about the phone’s actual purpose. So, my parents took it back. Lesson learned.

Still, I knew one thing for sure—I was going to get my own phone. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but I’d figure out a way. After all, I was smart. If there was one thing I was good at, it was convincing my parents to get me what I wanted. And if I couldn’t have my own phone all the time, at least I could bring one during weekend extra classes, when kids brought their phones to swap music and share funny videos.

One day, I’d have my own. And this time, no one would take it away.