Meet Pixie, my fictional
neo-
luddite, currently studying at Lincoln University.
Pixie is woken at 7:00 am by the annoyingly loud bells of her retro alarm clock. After a few disgruntled attempts at switching the darned thing off she manages to knock it off the desk where it makes a few last dings and falls silent. Pixie grumbles to herself that the alarm is the bane of her life, but she wasn't allowed a cockerel in student
accommodation. Her other flatmates have quieter alarms on their phones, and hate being woken by Pixie's alarm even more than she does.
Pixie gets herself up and dressed. She checks her appearance in the mirror and reminds herself that she must see a dentist soon. Her crooked teeth make manual brushing hard and consequently have started to
deteriorate. She snarls at her bed hair, but carries on getting ready regardless. "No need to try and do anything with it" she tells herself. The muggy air left by having no heater or air conditioning always left her with fluffy hair, but straighteners were out of the question. She knew the students at university thought she was strange and this was the main reason she was shy in class and therefore had not made friends.
Pixie grabs her coat and bag and sets off to uni, grabbing an apple before she goes in order to avoid having to cook a big breakfast. She knew she'd be hungry before she got back, but it just seemed like the least complicated option.
Pixie's accommodation was just out of town. She'd opted for one closer to the university, but as she wanted to book herself in in person rather than over the phone she missed the opportunity and was left walking down Steep Hill every day. It was for this reason she had to get up so early. Pixie seemed cheerful this morning however - the weather was sunny so she wasn't too cold by the time she made it to uni.
Pixie sat herself in the corner of class and tried not to be
noticeable. She'd decided to study English as she loved reading, but
struggled to keep up with the lecturer's notes. Most of her classmates brought laptops into the lecture theaters and she was amazed by how much they could write! Mostly, by the time Pixie came to revise she could no longer read her rushed handwriting and the notes were disregarded as useless. Pixie hadn't
recieved the best marks for her last assignment and she was reluctant to start revising for the next. She was supposed to type her essays up on the computer and her excuse of "I don't own one" had not gone down well with the board. She was told for her next one she must use the computers provided at the University and she felt embarrassed to explain she'd never used a computer in her life. Pixie felt more and more alone every day.
After arriving back at student
accomodation after a hard day avoiding peoples gazes at university, all Pixie wanted to do was go home. She'd been feeling progressively more homesick the last few weeks but was worried about getting a train on her own. She had no money left to use a payphone and as she didn't own one herself she contemplated writing her parents a letter in hopes they'd visit her.
She spent the day reading up on the upcoming exam categories. The books were boring but she had no idea how to research on the
internet and had no desire to do so. Pixie spent most evenings in her room bored. She couldn't understand her flatmate's obsession with TV and the lads with their computer games. It all seemed childish and scary to Pixie. Her flatmates thought Pixie was a boring recluse and never bothered to ask her to go clubbing with them, though she wished they did occasionally. As much as Pixie wished to be normal, she knew she wasn't accepted in this new age where everything seemed to do what you want by just looking at it.
From Pixie's experience, we understand that life is lonely for a
neo-
luddite. She is different to her friends, and they don't understand her. With so many other people getting on with each other fine, Pixie gets left out and this effects her social and work life. Pixie struggles with her grades because she doesn't wish to use the new technology, but is
embarrassed to be sectioned as needing special treatment so carries on regardless.
New media is part of our everyday lives. Those who get left behind in this age are quickly becoming
referred to as strange or in some cases stupid. It seems it is not
acceptable to refuse technology in modern society.
Labels: Week 9