06/21/2013 11:42 am ET Updated Aug 21, 2013


It's 7 p.m. on a Thursday and though the outside world is light, bright, and rainy, my house is pitch black. The worst thing to possibly happen to a teenage girl occurred: the power went out while -- get this -- my phone is on 10 percent battery and my computer is at 19 percent. Time is of the essence with the little electronics I have right now.

Bored out of my mind, I've succumbed to bothering my dad to hang with me, which is usually the opposite. However, his fully charged iPhone is dealing him the greatest virtual game of Black Jack he's ever had, so I am to merely sit here. Along with that, as soon as the lights went out, so did my mom.

When I was little, my mom used to tell me that creative people are never bored. By using my imagination, boredom would be a foreign term. I guess I'm just not the creative type anymore; sorry that I don't feel like whipping out my dress-up clothes and playing House. That worked when I was five, but now I'm 15. Entertaining myself comes in the form of Instagram and Internet, not Barbies and baby dolls.

I think this just goes to show how dependent we as a society (if I may generalize) are on electronics. I'm painfully unsure what to do with myself now that I am digitally cut-off from the world. No Twitter. No Facebook. No Instagram. No Perez Hilton. AHHHH! What if Kate Middleton has her baby, and I'm the last to know?! Melodramatic? I think not. Social media is probably the most popular occupation for a 15-year-old girl these days.

Yet for seven weeks over the summer I go to an overnight camp where there are no phones, no computers, and no Internet. For many this may seem horrible, kind of how I am feeling right now. However, when at camp, one is constantly bombarded with activities, whether that be endless sports or even square dancing. The thought of who won The Bachelor crosses one's mind only once a summer: on visiting day when excited moms come and fill their daughters in on the hot gossip of the world outside the little bubble of camp. Maybe this is God's way of preparing me for what's to come for the next seven weeks; I just wish my parents could morph into 30 of my best friends, and I could go Harry Potter on everyone and apparate to camp right now.

Finals are this coming week. Stressful? To say the least. Is this the perfect opportunity to study? Yes, but while studying biology notes by candlelight may sound quaint and romantic, it's just not happening. Besides, why study now when I can just study the night before the test... Oh how my mentality has turned as dark as my house. It's now 9:00 and realizing that I have yet to shower is perhaps the scariest thought of them all. Ever try showering without seeing what you're doing? Me neither. It seems like a recipe for Paranormal Activity 5, in which I was not planning on starring. The struggle is real.

Two percent battery left on my computer. The only thing to do now is try to find the silver lining in a dark house. Or take a nap. I prefer the latter.