I heaved a sigh, chose a cord, and tugged. The whole knotted mess jumped toward me. I recoiled.
Every time I pulled one end, they seemed to tighten together in revolt, determined to stay fixed in place.
I plotted a new plan of attack, this time starting from the wall. I ripped the plugs from all their ports until I could move the electronic mass to the middle of my classroom floor. What cord belonged to what item? How did this even happen? There had to be more cords than devices here. Do these things even work? I started the detangling again, hitting snag after snag.
I felt a vibration and looked down at my fitness watch, "You seem stressed. Take a few deep breaths?"
I screamed (internally).
When the cords were finally sorted, I left them stretched across a table like a warning to any technology that might happen by. "I. Will. Conquer. You."