In a world that’s rushing to embrace the latest and the greatest, I find myself an anomaly. I am a university student clinging to my four-year-old iPhone 11 Pro Max with a sense of pride that borders on defiance. You heard it right; while others flaunt their iPhone 15 Pro Maxes with glee, I am content with my ‘vintage’ gadget that has been a loyal companion through endless lectures, exam fevers, and late-night pizza orders.
The first reason why I haven’t upgraded is a blend of sentimental and practical reasoning. My iPhone 11 Pro Max has been with me through thick and thin, during caffeine-fueled all-nighters and dreaded morning lectures. It has seen the highs of A grades and the lows of…well, let’s not get into that. Our bond is like that of old war buddies. Its battle scars, the small scratches, and dents on the edges, tell tales of surviving the rough and tumble of university life.
Now, let’s talk money. As a university student swimming through a sea of student loans, upgrading to the latest iPhone model every year is a luxury akin to ordering extra guacamole at Chipotle. The iPhone 11 Pro Max does everything I need – it calls, texts, takes decent pictures, and, most importantly, has the revered ‘group Facetime’ for those study sessions (read: gossip hours) with friends.
When the iPhone 15 Pro Max was launched, of course, there was a small part of me that was enticed. The sparkly new features, the sleek design, the promise of being the coolest kid on the block – it was all there. But when I looked at the price tag, and then at the list of new features, I couldn’t find a compelling reason to make the switch. The enhancements seemed marginal at best, and the ‘cool’ factor didn’t quite justify burning a hole through my already thin wallet. The iPhone 15 Pro Max promised a few more pixels, a slightly faster processor, and a design that was eerily similar to my trusty iPhone 11 Pro Max. It felt like being asked to trade in my comfy old sneakers for a new pair that looked almost the same but with a shinier logo.
Moreover, the environment is also a silent stakeholder in my decision. The thought of my old phone ending up in a landfill doesn’t sit well with me. It’s a small stand against the throwaway culture that’s become synonymous with the tech world.
So, here I am, a rebel with a cause, armed with my iPhone 11 Pro Max, navigating through the digital jungle of university life. And as each day passes, the bond between my trusty old phone and me only grows stronger. The iPhone 15 Pro Max might be the newest kid on the block, but I am happy with my old faithful, proving that sometimes old is indeed gold.