As a former kid who once pedaled my bike from dawn ’til dusk—scraping knees on forest stumps, building forts in fallen logs—I couldn’t help but cheer when a Harlem high school decided to lock away every screen from bell to bell. No more pouches to pry, no secret vibrations tugging at thumbs: just real laughter in the cafeteria, genuine boredom in gym class, and the thrill of looking up at the world around you.