12 Ways Gen-Z Kids Are Already Totally Different Than Millennial Kids

12 Ways Gen-Z Kids Are Already Totally Different Than Millennial Kids

Technology has given this generation a whole new outlook.
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We all remember what it was like when we were young, and all the different games we used to play. These games and activities are what helped us grow into the people we are today.

Looking at today’s generation it is easy to see the change in habits and attitudes through how they are raised. Kids nowadays have it way different than their parents or even me for that matter.

The technological age we live in now has definitely changed how kids behave. Here’s a list of some of the things that have changed with kids now vs then.

1. Talking to friends after school

Back in the day, you had what is called a land line and that was how you called your friends. Now, everyone has cell phones and can just send a text whenever they please.

2. When you were told to go play

When I was younger you either went outside or played with your toys in your toybox. Now, kids just run to the nearest gaming system and let that occupy their time.

3. School work

I remember when homework was given as worksheets and we had physical textbooks. I remember having to learn cursive in the 3rd grade because essays were handwritten.

Now, they just give kids Chromebooks and call it a day. You can’t go to school and not own a computer. It is simply impossible.

4. Renting movies

I remember when you had to go to the nearest Blockbuster to rent a movie and even then, you wouldn’t always find what you wanted.

Now, you can just simply go online and find whatever movie you want, including those that are still in theaters.

5. Car rides

They were spent communicating with each other and playing punch buggy no punch back and I spy. Now, all you see are kids either on phones or tablets.

6. Halloween costumes

Back in the day they were all sweet and innocent and being a princess was classy. Now, they are over-sexualized and being a princess means being slutty.

7. Reading

When I was a kid we read actual books. Kids now just read crap they find online.

8. Free time

When I was little free time meant building blanket and pillow forts or hide and seek in the dark. Now, it means X-Box, PS4, or a tablet or computer.

9. Dinner time

This was sitting at the table with your family and talking about your day with no tv or anything. Now kids eat in front of the tv or have a mobile device in their hands.

10. Going on vacation

When I was little we cared more about enjoying our vacations and having fun. Now, it’s all about taking pictures “to remember” the trip. I would rather remember the actual place than remember seeing it through a lens.

11. Playing games

When I was little this meant Monopoly, Uno, or hide and seek. Now it means X-box, PS4, Wii, and whatever other gaming systems you can think of.

12. Communication

Back in the day, you were forced to sit and have a one-on-one conversation with people. You had to actually interact socially. Now, everyone just texts or DM’s making it a very lonely world.

Back when I was little your friend count was the actual, physical people you hung out with, not the number on Facebook. When I was little we didn’t judge status by what kind of cell you had. You were the cool kid if you had the 64 pack of Crayola crayons with the sharpener on the back.

While technology has served us very well in some areas, it has set us back in others. Today's generation will never know the true meaning of fun if they never put the screens down and actually enjoy life in front of them.

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To High School Seniors In Their Last Semester

Senior year moves pretty fast; if you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
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Dammit, you made it. The final semester of your senior year. You’re at the top of the food chain of high school, and it feels so good. You’re probably praying this last semester flies by, that you get out of town as soon as possible.

At this point, you’re calling teachers by their first names, the entire staff knows you by name, and you’re walking around school standing tall, owning those hallways. You’re convinced you’re ready to leave and move on to the next chapter in your life.

You’ve already experienced your last football game, standing in the cold in the front row of the student section all season long, decked out in your school colors and cheering loud and proud. That is, until they lost, and you realized you will never have that experience again. Never again.

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You already had your last winter break. Preparing and celebrating the holidays with your family, ice skating and sledding with your best friends. Those quiet nights alone in your room watching Netflix, taking for granted your loved ones just a few rooms away. Never again.

If you’re an athlete, you may have already played in your last game or ran your last race. The crowd cheering, proudly wearing your school’s name across your chest, giving it your all. For some, it may be the end of your athletic career. Before you knew it, you were standing in an empty gym, staring up at the banners and thinking about the mark you left on your school, wondering where on earth the time went. Never again.

I’m telling you right now, you’re going to miss it all. Everything you’ve ever known. Those early mornings when you debate going to first hour because you really need those McDonald’s hash browns. The late nights driving home from practice, stopping for ice cream of course, ready for a late night of homework. Getting food on a whim with your friends. Endless fights with your siblings. Your favorite chips in the pantry. A fridge full of food. Coming home to and getting tackled by your dog. Driving around your hometown, passing the same sights you’ve seen every day for as long as you can remember. Hugs from your mom after a long day. Laughs with your dad. And that best friend of yours? You’re going to miss them more than anything. I’m telling you right now, nothing will ever be the same. Never again.

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Before you start packing your bags, slow down, take a deep breath, and look around. You’ve got it pretty good here. The end of your senior year can be the time of your life; it’s truly amazing. So go to the winter dance, go to Prom, spend Senior Skip Day with your classmates, go to every sporting event you can, while you still can. College is pretty great, but it’s the little things you’re gonna miss the most. Don’t take it for granted because soon, you’ll be standing in a packed gym in your cap and gown, wondering where the heck the time went. You’ve got a long, beautiful life ahead of you, full of joy but also full of challenges. You’re going to meet so many wonderful people, people who will treat you right and people who won’t.


So, take it all in. Be excited for the future and look forward to it, but be mindful of the present. You’ve got this.
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Those Old Photographs Show A Girl I Don't Recognize Anymore

Reflection on what once was, and what now is.

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Sometimes, I look through old pictures.

Whether it be scrolling through my camera roll on my iPhone, my various social media accounts or even the pictures people have tagged me in over the years. What I see, however, disturbs me. I look into the eyes of the girl who covers every inch of my accounts, the girl in almost every other picture on my camera roll.

I don't see me.

What I do see: a stranger. Happy, pure, stress-free. A girl whose smile stretches from ear to ear, whose eyes shine bright like little shooting stars. Nonchalant dimples. Slightly messy hair, a dirtier blonde. She's usually placed with friends who turned out to not actually be friends or the occasional guy that she thought was going to be the one. So optimistic.

Who is she, and where did she go?

Over time, she starts to look a little more stressed. Her eyes start to dull, and the smile lessens until it's barely there in photographs. Her hair does lighten over time, but soon she will realize that it will never be light enough for her liking. A secret perfectionist.

The stranger starts to look more and more like the girl I see in the mirror every morning, and this is when I finally have to come to terms with the fact that I once was that girl.

Was.

I'm not saying I'm not happy. I still smile, I still laugh. It's just that there are only so many events a person can go through before they really start to change. So here, at this point in time, is when I really have to sit down and think. Think about what lessened that smile. Think about what turned the sparkle in those eyes into tears. Think about everything that made me feel anything less than content.

It's not just things. It's people. Human beings. Terrible, horrible, human beings. They come into your life, and you want to believe that people are good and that they are just as caring as you are.

Wrong.

They will break you. Whether it be soft and slow, or quick like a knife finding it's home in the center of your heart. You will meet good people, yes, but you will also meet those with the cruelest of intentions. You'll never see it at first. Ever. You'll let them snake their way into your heart and mind, you will offer to give them the world and more. That's just who you are, or maybe, who you were.

So this is where I must ask this, and truly reflect on the events of my life: Who was the first and last person to add to the deterioration of the girl in the old photos? What was the first and last event to do so? Is there some chronological timeline somewhere that I'm missing out on, or is it really just one big blur of catastrophes?

It's hard to answer such questions. I can remember brief moments from my childhood that may have contributed. Small encounters with immature tween boys who were the first to make me feel anything less than beautiful. My fellow middle school peers who harassed me for being the quiet girl who liked to wear quirky outfits. The other girls in my class who didn't want to be around me, simply because I didn't grow up in the same area as them. Like I could help that. I had several things in common with them, but they will never know. Or maybe it was the high school administrators who laughed in my face at my goals and ambitions. Administrators.

I could go on and on about the people, places and things that have tried to knock me down a few pegs. The stepping stones who brought the smiling, happy figure to the reserved, hesitant girl and merged them. I must remember one thing: I am not the person who let that random boy call me a name. I am not the girl who let her "friend" violently yell at her and break her down in public. I am not the girl who let her "friend" make her feel bad for being there for her and expecting her to do the same. I am not the girl who let the wrong person in way more than once.

I am much stronger now. That's when I realized what actually happened. It wasn't a deterioration, it was a metamorphosis that occurred.

Yes, these events may have a negative connotation to them, but in all honesty, I don't regret a thing. Yes, the perfect stranger in the old photos may look like the more ideal option at times, but she isn't ready for the real world, at least she wasn't. She wasn't confident or mature, she was exactly what she looks like: a child. My experiences have shaped me and turned me into someone who is ready. Ready to take on whatever comes this way. Ready for reality.

I miss the girl that's further down my feed often. Sometimes, I daydream of the simpler times. Times where I could create beautiful life plans, times where I dreamt of this extravagant fantasy life, with some crazy-cool job and a husband I never fight with and a large home on a waterfront somewhere. This isn't true reality. Reality is a good friend of mine now. That's OK. We're starting to get along, finally. I understand it a lot better now.

Sometimes, I look through old pictures.

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