The unthinkable happened on a sunny Wednesday morning. When I woke up that morning I had no idea I would have such a tragic day, but I did. I lost my phone. The white little rectangle was always there for me, waking me up in the morning, letting me call my mom, capturing goofy faces on Snapchat. What more could I ask for? Yet I betrayed it, I don't even know how somewhere between my morning literature class and lunch the two of us parted ways.

So what did I do when I realized that the technological extension of my hand was missing? I went into denial like any good college student would. In between bites of my dining hall pizza I checked my pockets, bag and backpack several times, I even had a friend call it. The absence of ringing was louder than any ringtone my sweet cell phone would make and I finally accepted the unthinkable. I did not know where my phone was.

So where was it? I knew I had it at class, I stuck it on top of my book bag. But did I bring it with me to the meeting with my advisor? It had to be in his office right? Off I went, praying my phone was in my advisor's office, but also that my friends weren't talking about anything weird in the group message, the last thing I needed was to have my advisor reading notifications about poop or trying to decipher what the name of the group message meant. Once I reached his office I found that he wasn't there, but his door was opened, I looked where I was sitting and alas, no phone.

That means it should be in my English class right? Wrong. I went to where my English class is held but another class was going on, door closed and window covered. There was no way I could go in there with a class going on. That would be absolutely terrifying!

Off I went to wait in the lobby for my class to be over, I opened my laptop to find a Facebook message from a friend from home saying Public Safety. How did my friend from home know where my phone was?

Across campus, I walked, my fear building about what could have happened to my phone? Where was it found? Did it fall, was my screen cracked? Did the person who found it take my emergency money out of the case? How did my friend know Public Safety found it? How did someone get into my phone?

Public Safety didn't have any of those answers when I was reunited with my baby. Instead I found a phone filled with messages from my friends wondering how a Public Safety Officer was able to post in our GroupMe (she swiped on a notification and responded to a message), if I was okay, and then impersonating Washington College public safety and full blown chaos about how ridiculous of a friend group we are.

So what did I learn from losing my phone? It wasn't that life is more peaceful without technology, I already know that. But I learned that I have really great friends that care about me even when I'm not around to see it, I learned that there are truly good people who turn in iPhones to Public Safety, and I learned that I can be really forgetful and go a whole hour and a half without knowing my phone is missing.

Thanks friends for being really awesome and thank you to the kind soul who returned my phone.