Just like I caved with gmail, I caved again, this time with ipods. I broke down and bought my first ipod, a nano with personal inscription that is currently making its way toward Cambridge all the way from Shenzhen, China.

I refused to get an ipod for three years. My parents have asked multiple times if I want one for christmas/birthday/random present, and I have always told them no. I don’t know why I was so opposed to jumping on the ipod bandwagon, or any bandwagon in general. I think I was opposed having an ipod as a fashion statement, which is what I saw the ipod to be. I felt like people were using it as a status symbol,”Oh, look at me, I’m so cool because I have white earbuds in my ears.” I didn’t want to be one of THEM. Having an ipod was too trendy for comfort.

So why did I finally cave? I’m not sure. I think maybe because ipods are so prevalent now, I no longer think of it as a status symbol. Additionally, I truly think that I could use one. It’d be great to have some music while I do experiments, while I walk places, while I run around the river, while I ride a bus, while I sit in the student center, and while I pretend to not be able to hear people talking because I have earphones in.