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Nichole HerreraEnglish 101.18WA4-FinalIt’s All We Know..I wake up one morning to the sound of laughter coming from the downstairsfamily room. I roll over in an effort to look at the clock. My eyes are heavy, and I squintand rub them as I try to read the numbers on the clock. “9:47...oh no”, I say to myself. Iknow that my mom will be upset that I slept through breakfast. Thank goodness for digital clocks, I would have never taken the time to read an analog clock this early in themorning. I jump out of bed, get dressed, and run downstairs. When my family notices me,they all begin to laugh. I look at them in confusion, and quickly glance at my mom to seeif she is upset with me. She quickly starts laughing and hands me an envelope. I look atit, the envelope has the word “T-Mobile” printed on it. “Open it”, says my mom. I openthe envelope, and I too begin to laugh. “I can’t believe I sent 6,482 texts in one month!”Again, everybody starts laughing. Quickly everyone begins to tell me how many textmessages they sent and received, but of course nobody’s beats mine. We think it is funnyhow much we really do rely on texting. At least I do for the most part.Later, my mom, sister, and myself go over to my grandma’s house. As we drivedown the road I count down the miles on the mile marker signs. “That’s convenient”, Isay to myself. You will always know how many miles you have left to drive. When wefinally arrive at my grandma’s house she answers the door with her cell phone in hand.

She explains that she is trying to send a text, but she just can not figure out how to do it. Itake the phone from her as she hands it to me, and I click a few buttons, and hit “send.”My grandma hands it to me somewhat amazed and says “thank you.” Within seconds atext reply comes up on her phone. She stares at it unsure what to do. I take the phone,read the text to her, and she tells me what to reply. This goes on for the rest of the textconversation. I try to teach my grandma how to text, but it seems as if she is not reallylistening. My mom gives me a “stop trying” look, and I shut my mouth.My mom tells my grandma about me sending 6,482 text messages in one month’stime period. My grandma’s jaw drops in amazement. “I really don’t understand howthat’s possible. I just do not understand technology today”, my grandmother says. I laughand tell her that she is not that old at all, but of course she insists that she is. She asks uswhy we can not have a regular conversation with someone. I laugh and tell her thattechnology is all we know. Our generation was born into the system. My grandmother seems as if she is mad. When I asked her what’s wrong she explains that our society has become so lazy. I nod my head in agreement as she continues to explain. “Your generation has it so easy”, my grandma says. “If you need to have a conversation with a person you have the technology at your fingertips to do so.” Remembering my Englishassignment, I decide to question my grandma on how she felt about texting being literacyin today’s society.I posed the question, “is texting literacy?”, to my grandma. Her reply was simply,“yes of course!” I asked her to elaborate, and her reply was basically that we have to reada text message and be able to decode it. I agree with her and she continues on to tell methat she knows our generation was born into the technological side of literacy. It is all we