With the release of the iPhone 6, many may be ordering the new smartphone with the excitement of getting rid of their outdated version, but for me it’s not just about replacing my 4S—I’m hoping to be rid of the incredibly unfortunate luck I’ve had with the iPhone.

Along with the countless cases of broken screens, I cracked my iPhone 5 three times—it broke again and again as if I were testing its limits.

The first time the screen just split down the center and part of the bottom corner came out; I don’t even remember dropping it. I dropped it again at bRAVE, and although I thought it was safe after replacing it and investing in a case and a screen protector, this time it shattered. The entire screen was cracked so densely I couldn’t see anything on my phone. Once pieces of the screen fell out and shards of glass began to cut my fingers, I replaced the screen again.

And as luck would have it the next week when I knocked it off my bed, it broke again. While I cursed Steve Jobs and his decrepit screens, little did I know the worst of it was yet to come.

Since I will be eligible for an upgrade in November, I felt I should go without replacing the screen for a third time, especially in case I dropped it again during the summer. Perhaps I jinxed myself.

With my iPhone in hand, I attended Firefly Music Festival in Delaware for four days in late June. Every day I took tons of pictures with my iPhone. It wasn’t until about a hundred pictures and three days later that I dropped it on the last day.

The Firefly incident was different than the rest: it had a soft landing—in the port-a-potty. My friends had just sat down to eat when I ran to use the bathroom. With my phone in my back pocket I felt it slide out, heard it hit the side of the port-a-potty, and cringed when it splashed right in the middle.

As disgusting as it sounds my immediate reaction was to get my phone back before it was submerged. It seemed to have landed on the surface and as far as I remember it missed hitting anything especially gross. Although you may not believe it, I stuck my hand in the port-a-potty—something I never thought I would be able to say.

At first I unlocked the screen and it worked. But a few minutes later, the screen went black with pink lines running down it. I ran back to my friends in a panic explaining what had just happened. While everyone was roaring with laughter I was still attempting to save my phone, more importantly my pictures.

I was looking for something to dry it on and without really thinking I ran over to a couple sitting on a blanket near us.

Freaking out, I said, “Can I borrow your blanket it to dry my phone off I dropped it in water and I think it might be broken please please!”

The poor, naïve couple of course let me wipe it off on their blanket and my friends gaped at me while I didn’t even think about what I was doing. When I ran back to where we were sitting the couple asked me how much water I dropped it in. So right on cue my friends all shrieked with laughter screaming that I dropped it in the port-a-potty.

The couple stared at me in shock, got off the blanket, and said, “That really sucks for you but now that sucks for us.”

Thankfully they joined in laughing and I hadn’t really upset anyone except for myself, again at a loss without my phone. I soaked it in rice the next few days and thankfully it turned back on and I hadn’t lost anything.

Still, my beloved iPhone 5 wasn’t working properly after it’s long journey of misuse. The screen was lagging and it was as if my phone was alive. I admitted defeat and downgraded to the 4S.

The months I’ve spent with the 4S have been the best of my smartphone days, so far so good. Although I don’t want to break my lucky streak, I will most certainly be ordering an iPhone 6, protective case, and screen cover. And most likely invest in a warranty.