Deciding it was time to wash the sheets on my bed, I rather liberally threw my bedding off, having previously concluded nothing was on the bed, only to hear an unsettling ‘clunk’ noise. I looked down to see my iPad on the floor, having flown from my bed onto the floor. I thought nothing of it; I’ve dropped the thing on wooden floors and stepped on it with full accidental force before – a tumble from the bed shouldn’t do it any more harm.
So I went to bed in my now very clean, comforting sheets. The next morning I got hold of my iPad, only to find the colours most akin to what I can only describe as ‘like an 80s television gone wrong’. I didn’t take any pictures of it at the time, but I found an image online that best matched the issue, just imagine it with more green and pink:
What a terrible way to wake up. My beloved iPad that has served me now for almost four years happened to have just fallen the wrong way this once, and now it’s effective life has been ripped from its proverbial hands. Almost made worse is the fact that I won this iPad at one of Manchester’s Animation competitions, so it was like watching a trophy fade away from my life.
Taking it to the Apple Store in hope that they might be nice enough to fix it for free, gave the more expected answer of asking for £199 for a fix, or £399 for a new one. How encouraging. So I did what any person with a problem that needs a solution would do: I googled it. Hundreds of articles and forum posts had what seemed to be the exact problem I had, but what was even more surprising was the thousands of comments and posts all confirming the exact same solution, most of which were made in simple amazement that this strange fix actually worked. It was fairly simple – whack it, three times, with some force, on the back. The ‘science’ behind this is to emulate the fall it previously had and jolt things back into the right place. Deciding that I had nothing to lose at this point except an already broken iPad, I aggressively smacked the back of it, likely hundreds of times, in hope it would return to its former self. Alas, each smack brought with it no progress. I even dropped it on my floor from at least waist height, as some people swore would fix it up, but again: no results.
Three days have passed, and today I thought I would return to what had become a ritual of smacking my iPad until I felt sorry for it (or my own hands). But today, things would be different. This time, hurling my iPad onto a hard surface, the screen flickered, and the screen returned to normal. I was almost speechless. It felt fantastic to see my old friend brought back to life despite almost losing hope (even googling replacement tablets the same day). Who knew such an old technique as ‘hitting it till it works’ would still be relevant today on something as seemingly sophisticated as an iPad. It’s not perfect, it still struggles to correctly present a few lighter colours of pixels, showing them instead as bits of light green, but it’s as perfect as I’m willing to let it be before I dare hurl it at my floor again. What a brilliant turn of events!