I brought a typewriter to my freshman year at Mary Washington College.
I stood in line outside the registrar’s office to register for classes. I once had to camp out there overnight so that I could be first in line, because there was only one spot left in a course I really needed. My girlfriend brought me snacks.
I walked to air-conditioned “computer pods” in a designated academic building when a computer was required to properly format term papers.
I had a 5-disc CD player that could play songs at random, and I filled it with U2, Nirvana, Depeche Mode and Pearl Jam. I marveled at how cool this advanced technology made me.
I wore a jean jacket.
I wore fluorescent clothes and went to raves.
I’ve watched every Kevin Smith movie at least twice.