Many of us have that moment when something happens to our phones. Either we accidentally drop them and the screen cracks or we misplace them when they are on silent. These two instances seem painful to our minds, but they are manageable to solve. We can get stronger phone cases or we can make sure they are not on silent and put them in a certain place when unused.

Unfortunately, the one moment where a phone cannot be fixed is when you submerge it into water. Dropping your phone in water is a death trap for technology. There is no turning back once the phone is submerged in water.

I had this experience just weeks before the start of the fall semester. Shortly after introducing the new film transfer students to my university and calling it a day, I had to use the restroom. My phone was located in my back pocket (because we all know that women's skinny jeans have little to no front pockets). Once in the stall, I went to take my phone out of my pocket to place it on the floor. For some odd reason, I somehow lost hold of my phone and it slipped from my hands and fell into the toilet.

All I remember is the "plop" sound the minute it hit the water. Quickly, I fished out my phone and tried to dry it. I felt that everything would be fine and I went back to my dorm to dry it off. Yet, after drying it, the phone did not work. I did other things: rice bag, sunlight, blowdryer — nothing happened. The next day, I emailed my dad and told him what happened. He replied by stating that it was best to buy a new phone, rather than fix the old one. When he asked what happened, I told him that I dropped it in a fountain because why tell the embarrassment via email when you can tell him in person.

A new phone was ordered, but it would not arrive for another week. As someone who does not use their phone as much as the average person, I thought, "Yeah, I can do it."

It turns out that I was wrong. The first day at my internship was a set day and I was in charge of picking up the food and supplies. This is great because I have no knowledge of a map of Glendale.

Luckily, I managed to find a friend who still owned a GPS system from the 2000s. Blessed.

The rest of the time, I had to use email and the message on my laptop in order to communicate with people. During those seven days, it seemed very difficult to do things right away. I could not go on Facebook or other apps right away. I had to go on my computer to search for things like it was 1999.

There were moments where I felt bored about life. Yeah, I had books to read and homework to do, but why be on top of things when I can procrastinate.

I did not realize how much a smartphone helped my everyday activities like getting coffee and food.

I also did not realize how easy it is to take pictures and videos with the touch of a screen.

When my phone arrived, I was thrilled that I could return back to my old life again by looking through Facebook for four hours before bedtime.

Along with the package, my Dad thought it would be a funny idea to give me a waterproof case in case if I decided to go deep sea diving or something. Thanks, Dad.