Standing on the sidewalk, you yell, “Uber!,” as loud as you can. Wouldn’t you know it, one pulls up to take you to school about twenty minutes later. The front is reserved for Luddites who still carry their clocks and radios separately, so you wander to the back of the big yellow Uber. Without gadgets and screens to distract you, you use this opportunity to make meaningful friendships with every other student on board, except for the forty-five kids you bully relentlessly. Nothing can replace the benefits of real human contact.