9:22 a.m. : Monday starts with the shrill of my alarm, the usual phone check-- my friends are not awake yet, but I am still greeted by a few Gmail, one Outlook, and two Facebook notifications--and a run to campus. Media will continue to accompany me throughout my day up until the very last 'good night' text message I send. It is a frightening thought; I feel dependent. I spend most of the day indoors finishing assignments (like this one I'll admit) that had been shelved, thus limiting my exposure to media. On my own I browse BBC, use Whatsapp, Facebook, text messages, and calls (so many mediums!) to communicate with my friends, and Snapchat (How could I have possibly gone through the day without viewing zoomed in images of people's faces? I do not even care about some of them to be honest). At one point, I saw a few movie trailers on YouTube. Ads are everywhere. They thrive in the background of my hectic life. Most of the media that I am exposed to is comprised of advertisements. That is another scary thought. I do not want the way I view the world to be in the hands of a company's marketing team. But if I stop for a second, ads are all I see. I do not blame them; it is survival of the fittest and so ads evolved to survive in all environments, climates, and Craig Streets. 

My experience with media overload