Attentions spans have been on the decline for decades.
I think that's something you would have liked to know, Dad.
Where, in the early 2000's, the attention span of the brain was factored at 12 seconds, it has now decreased to a mere 8, making it one second lower than that of an average goldfish.
I suppose, when Juliette says that Jenna has the attention span of a goldfish, she's not entirely wrong.
It's day two of the conference and if it weren't for all the wonderful things that I'm learning, I would have gone home. Hotel rooms have perfected the art of boring you when you're alone.
Dr. Fredrich Johnson – one of the most renowned and well-loved neurosurgeons, by the way, who is the head of neurosurgery at the Royal Hospital of Andrusia – looked at a form that I filled in yesterday, during the conference and told me 'Your brain should be examined as to how a doctor has such an elegant hand'.
It made me think of you, because you used to say exactly that.
Enough anecdotes for now.
I need to get to the conference.
"Did you put something against the door like I asked you to?"
I sigh deeply as I glance sideways at the chair that I placed against my hotel room door overnight because my sister forced me to. It sits there, sadly, almost questioning me as to why I separated it from its brethren.
"That chair, pushed up against the door, is the only reason that I'm still alive and well, talking to you right now." I lower myself to my phone, so that my sister can hear me on the other end.
She makes a barely satisfied grunt.
I slip on my dark blue, ballet flats.
"Did you also put the chain on the door?"
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