It was computer lab day. I was a sophomore in high school. We traipsed to the "High Tech Center" as a class and plopped down in our seats. Everyone acted bored, but the buzz in the air was palpable. We were getting on the Internets, people!
Computers were stacked back to back on two extra long tables with anxious high school students staring at them. Our teacher told us we could use the chat feature.
Who exactly were we going to be chatting with? Who was on the other side of this computer and how did they get here, to chat? I had NO idea. I ended up half-heartedly, and nervously, "chatting" with someone. I mean, what exactly was I supposed to say to a faceless person by the name of whizkidz1019? Who asked. for. my. address. Thankfully, I think I had some sense about me then that I knew I probably shouldn't be giving my address to a complete stranger.
I continued to attempt the awkward stranger chat thing over the next few weeks until someone had the sense to shut it down at school. I think that was probably one of those things - it seemed like a good idea at the time, you know?
For your viewing pleasure, the computer pictured below is the funkiest, skinniest, tallest little computer I had ever laid eyes on and quite similar to the ones we used for chatting and other school appropriate things. Surely. Pictured below, the Macintosh Color Classic.
All this new-fangled technology and information was shoved in front of me and whipping past me at an alarming rate. I knew I needed to grab hold.
This post was inspired by the prompt, “memories of early days of the internet” from Write on Edge.