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Monday, March 23, 2026

The Digital Loop by Aaliyah Sharma

 

The Digital Loop

by  Aaliyah Sharma

        We’ve all been there: you open your phone at 9:00 PM just to check one notification, and suddenly it’s midnight. You haven’t moved, you’re scrolling through videos of people deep-cleaning their carpets or ranking types of cheese, and you aren't even really enjoying it anymore. This is the "infinite scroll" trap, a cycle where we keep searching for one more hit of entertainment even when our brains are clearly exhausted. It feels less like a choice and more like a reflex, especially when we’re using it to avoid a looming history essay or a messy room.

       The reason this happens isn't just because we have low willpower; these apps are literally designed to be bottomless. In the old days of the internet, you eventually reached the end of a page and had to click "next" to keep going. That tiny pause gave your brain a second to ask, "Do I actually want to keep doing this?" Now, that friction is gone. As soon as one video ends, the next one starts, or as you swipe down, new content loads instantly. It creates a flow state that tricks your mind into thinking you’ve only been online for five minutes when it’s actually been an hour.

        The weirdest part of the infinite scroll is the "numbing" effect it has on our stress. When we have a massive to-do list, the sheer weight of it can feel paralyzing. Scrolling becomes a way to turn off our thoughts and block out the anxiety of what we’re supposed to be doing. However, it’s a fake kind of relaxation. Instead of feeling refreshed after a break, we usually end up feeling more drained and guilty because the original problem is still there, and now we have less time to deal with it. It’s a loop that feeds itself: the more we scroll to avoid stress, the more stress we create.

       Breaking out of the loop usually requires more than just "trying harder" to stop. One of the best ways to snap out of it is to reintroduce the friction that the apps took away. This could mean setting a physical timer across the room, using "scroll-stopping" apps that lock you out after a certain limit, or even just switching your phone screen to grayscale mode. When the videos aren't bright and colorful, they suddenly lose a lot of their hypnotic power. It sounds simple, but making the experience slightly more annoying can be enough to remind your brain that there’s a real world outside the screen.

        Ultimately, it’s okay to spend some time mindlessly scrolling—we all need to decompress sometimes. The goal isn't to delete every app and live in the woods; it’s just about taking back the remote. If you find yourself three hours deep into a "What’s in my bag" marathon, don't beat yourself up. Just put the phone face down, take a deep breath, and do one small thing on your actual to-do list. Once you break the momentum of the scroll, the rest of your night usually feels a lot more under your control.

That Sunday Feeling by Aaliyah Sharma

 That Sunday Feeling by Aaliyah Sharma


        It's 4:00 PM on a Sunday. You've finally recovered from the school week, your room is mostly clean, and you just settled in to relax. Then, it hits you. That cold, sinking pit in your stomach. The sudden realization that tomorrow is Monday, and a mountain of responsibilities is waiting to crush your vibe. Congratulations, you've been hit by the "Sunday Scaries", that weird psychological bridge of dread between the freedom of the weekend and the structure of the school week.

        The Scaries usually manifest in a few classic ways, like the "Infinite Scroll" where you spend three hours on TikTok not even enjoying the videos, just using them to numb the thought of your history essay. You might also experience "Fake Productivity," where you suddenly feel the need to color-code your closet at 10:00 PM just to avoid opening your backpack. It’s not necessarily that we hate school; it’s the loss of control that comes with shifting from being the main character of your weekend to being just another student in a desk.

        Since we can't actually pause time, the best way to fight back is to scam your own brain. The biggest mistake we make is leaving the "worst" task for Sunday night, which only feeds the anxiety. If you spend just twenty minutes on Saturday morning knocking out that one annoying worksheet, your Sunday self will feel ten times lighter. Even setting out your clothes or packing your bag early in the evening can help because it signals to your brain that the "prep work" is over, allowing you to actually enjoy your night.

        Another solid strategy is to give Sunday its own identity so it isn't just "The Day Before Monday." Whether it’s a specific gaming session with friends, a favorite meal, or a dedicated hour to just rot in bed and listen to music, having a ritual gives you something to look forward to. When Sunday has its own highlights, the shadow of Monday doesn't feel quite as long or as dark.

        If you’re feeling the Sunday Scaries right now, just know you aren't alone; half the people in your group chat are probably staring at their ceilings feeling the exact same way. The weekend might be ending, but you've survived every single Monday that has come your way so far. Take a deep breath, do five minutes of that one thing you’re dreading to break the seal, and then give yourself permission to chill. You’ve got this.


Cherry Blossom Days, a poem By Aditi Anumolu

 

Cherry Blossom Days

By: Aditi Anumolu


Soft pink petals drift through the air

Falling gently on the road with care

A sign a spring with whispers so sweet

The fall against the bottoms of our feet


Their beauty and smell linger all day

The wind makes the cherry blossom trees sway

They make the day bright

Always leaving a lovely sight


The Start of the Day, a poem By Aditi Anumolu

 

The Start of the Day

By: Aditi Anumolu


The sky wakes up on a new day

Chasing the night and clouds away

The birds sing their morning song

The day starts off strong


Each sunrise brings peace and light

It starts the morning off bright

The golden light sweeps the land

Painting the world with a sweet hand


Comfort on the Screen, poem By Aditi Anumolu

 

Comfort on the Screen

By: Aditi Anumolu


I curl up in my favorite chair

Waiting for my favorite show to air

The familiar stories and plots

Make me like my show a lot


It's all light and cheer

It's a little bubble from all I fear

I laugh like they are my friends

The show makes chaos end


Not for Me By, a poem by Aditi Anumolu

 

Not for Me

By: Aditi Anumolu


I have always disliked ketchup

I believe that it messes my plat up

I watch as others pour it with glee

But I know deep down that it is not for me


I push aside with my hand

The tanginess of the the condiment I can’t stand

It feels wrong to put on my food

I will never believe anyone that says that it is good


More than a Reflection, a poem By: Aditi Anumolu

 

More than a Reflection

By: Aditi Anumolu


A mirror always shimmers

Casting a soft light that glimmers

It hangs quietly on the wall

Yet it never shows me all


It reflects my face

But never gives me a warm embrace

It tells the truth I fear

Shows me whose really standing here