Level of seriousness - It is quite serious as they could not control their own screen time habits

Major causes of the issue - Trends and other types/forms of addictive social media content

Consequences - Could not get off; if by force, it can make the teenager mad/crazy and might even lead to attacking one another

Misconceptions about the said issue - Everyone with a device with internet connection goes onto social media (and be addicted to it)

Solutions to overcome the issue - Bring awareness to the issue, educate about its problems…

What individuals can do - Plug off the internet connection, set screen time limits, blacklist websites with addictive content, put your device at a very/extremely far and “hard to reach” area

41% developed social anxiety

37% depression

26% had sucidal thoughts

suicide

affecting mental health

shut themselves out for everyone

ostracism : a large group of frens can decide to purposefully ignore one member by failing to acknowledge phone calls , texts , online posts . This makes the victim feel isolated and embarrassed.

screenshot , block , report

support the victim

dont respond immediately 

take a break from social media

Consider the following tips to help you achieve a healthier balance with social media:

G)It’s also important to take regular breaks from social media altogether to help find some real-life grounding.

Depending on your needs, your break can last for 1 day per week, a whole month, or an entire season. Let yourself be in control of this decision — not your social media account.

It’s also important to take regular breaks from social media altogether to help find some real-life grounding. 

Depending on your needs, your break can last for 1 day per week, a whole month, or an entire season. Let yourself be in control of this decision — not your social media account.

Your padlet page must have the following

●3 relevant videos (provide links)

●4 relevant articles (appropriate target audience)

●4 relevant images/comic strips

●Reflection about these videos/articles/images (Why have you chosen them?)

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●Robots will replace humans in the near future.

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Humans should fear Artificial Intelligence

This comes from a person who prefers fresh air compared to the cool air-conditioning of my bedroom. 

I use a desk and sit opposite the only window, where a large tree sits at the end of my backyard. There are many holes in this shed, which were once overrun by termites, but they have been long gone. 

The smell of delectable garlic overpowers my senses. 

Mother must be done with dinner, I thought. 

I staple my papers together, and keep my stationary and notebooks into a small drawer, located below my desk. 

I leave my shed. 

Maybe I’ll come back tomorrow.

          Everyday jack watered his onion plant so that he would get lots and lots of onions. A year had passed by and jack did not notice any onions growing from his onion plant. Anger flowed through his veins. He pulled the onion plant out of the soil and started to spin it side to side. 

         Out of breath, he sat down next to his onion plant and stared at it. He then noticed that the plant had produced onions. They were just under the soil. He then realised that an onion is a root and grows underground. Jack was so happy that he took the onions indoors and finally made his onion salad.

Bob walked over to the window and reflected on his spicy surroundings. He had always loved garlic under a tasty tree. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel angry.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a witty figure of Carina .

Bob gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a peculiar, cute, tequila drinker with a solid dong and chubby buttocks. His friends saw him as an ill, innocent idiot. Once, he had even helped an outrageous baby flamingo cross the road.

But not even a peculiar person who had once helped an outrageous baby flamingo cross the road, was prepared for what Carina had in store today.

The snow flurried like sleeping horses, making Bob unstable. Bob grabbed a stapler that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Bob stepped outside and Carina came closer, he could see the selfish smile on her face.

"I am here because I want hole," Carina bellowed, in a thoughtless tone. She slammed her fist against Bob's chest, with the force of 1445 koalas. "I frigging love you, Bob ."

Bob looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the stapler stapler. "Carina, go staple the tree with a stapler," he replied.

"Look Bob," growled Carina, with a thoughtless glare that reminded Bob of witty koalas. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want hole. You owe me 3296 pounds."

They looked at each other with delighted feelings, like two crooked, creepy cats laughing at a very virtuous funeral, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two sympathetic uncles running to the beat.

Suddenly, Carina lunged forward and tried to punch Bob in the face. Quickly, Bob grabbed the stapler and brought it down on Carina's skull.

Carina's feathery dong trembled and her fat buttocks wobbled. She looked puzzled, her emotions raw like a steamed, scrawny sausage.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Carina was dead.

Bob went back inside and made himself a nice drink of Tequila.

THE END