I went to my class reunion this weekend. 20 years after attending the Louisiana School for Math, Science, and the Arts, a residential high school in the small town of Natchitoches, Louisiana, I tucked my paper planner into my bag. In 1992, if you had asked, I would have predicted that everyone at the reunion would have a watch that told them when to be where and what to do with their day. A phone had not yet occurred to me, but smart phones are much like the watches that I envisioned in the 90s.
When it came time to leave the hotel for the first event of Reunion weekend, everyone pulled out their smart phones. Service was spotty and they were looking and looking for the directions to the first event.
I pulled my planner out of my purse, used the tab to flip to the Friday page, and told them where and when we needed to be. I also had a paper copy of driving directions tucked into the planner.
When someone at the event asked me to add her to our special event website, I jotted it in my planner.
Someone else had a job connection that I need to follow up on. Put that in my planner.
When I pulled out my planner to write down a recipe for the delicious chocolates served at the barbeque, a girl who I barely knew in high school bonded with me over the star stickers she saw on the Reunion weekend dates on my monthly page.
A guy that I always thought was cool, but had barely talked to in high school, was fascinated that I also always write in green ink. We talked for quite awhile about the best green ink pens on the market.
I have a smart phone, but I noticed that no one got into interesting conversations about iPhones or Droids.