That's right. I played games at school.
Although not an actual game, or a "real" computer for that matter, my first experience of games at school was in first grade when I got sent over to second grade for my reading lessons. I can't explain it either. Anyway, there was this thing called a Systems 80. It had a monitor with four or five buttons under it. You would put a strip of tape on a punch card, stuck int into the system, and a series of pictures would pop up as an audio track would play over some headphones attached to it. You were given prompts and answer questions by pressing the buttons. When done, you took out the card and presented it to the teacher who would grade it, based on the holes on the tape that corresponded to the buttons you pressed.
I didn't get to be at a real computer until fourth grade when I was part of the inaugural Talented and Gifted program (TAG) at my school. We had special advanced lessons involving a number of different topics. Among them were advanced number theory, learning French and ASL (the former using a Systems 80 at times), helping to paint a mural for the school library (some of the details I did got painted over later), and computing. We did some basic coding, in BASIC, and played games during our brief periods at the screen. (We also played board games designed to teach, well, advanced game playing. Chess was one, but anything without dice was allowed. We particularly loved a game about evacuating a volcanic island.) One of the games was probably Oregon Trail. I never touched it, but I think others did. I tried a sci-fi game once, but it was too complicated to figure out what to do. There was also a trivia game. You had to match up pairs of answers. For instance, one question asked about superheroes and their secret identities. The name 'Lamont Cranston' was on both sides. I didn't know yet that The Shadow used the name to hide his original one, which I can't remember right now.
High school didn't have as many opportunities. At the end of my sophomore year, maybe junior, I wound up wandering around campus, ending in the typing lab with of bunch of guys playing the diving section of an Olympics game. No one knew the exact buttons to play, and the game acted up anyway, so winning was never an issue. We were just goofing around. There were other sports, but I don't remember much about them, if we played them. There was also a version for winter sports. We were just as clueless for the figure skating portion.
Anyway, that experience led me to take typing my senior year. I also thought it would be a way to get me on the yearbook staff. Unfortunately, I found out too late that you need a year of typing to make the staff. Not only was my dream shattered, but I had to suffer the indignity of being the only senior in a class full of freshman. At least I frequently got to use the computer, or the Mac that showed up later in the year, for lessons. The backspace key makes drills so much easier. (I only used it twice, at most. I swear.) I usually arrived early enough to see the actual yearbook staff, who took accounting, as they were finishing up. Sometimes, they were playing games. One was a lemonade stand business sim; another was poker. I played neither, but I sometimes offered suggestions.
At least my dream of being the editor of the school paper survived, even if we barely touched our textbooks. And teacher didn't even know they had been changed that year. Or that an entire section of the class got detoured into doing a major project for the twentieth anniversary of Earth Day (I actually took control of the school for a brief time due to this, but that is for another post.) instead of making the paper. The class met in the computer lab. There was some overlap with the computer class beforehand, so some students would be finishing up the games they were playing when I got there. I remember helping out some people solve a case from Where in the World is Carmen San Diego? (I actually asked for the NES port for Christmas, but my mom never got it.) I would help someone else with a haunted house text-based game, but I couldn't solve one puzzle until well after the game.
As editor, I mostly got to use the Mac as my computer. While I searched a lot through it, I don't think I ever found any games. That doesn't mean I never 'played' with it. As I may have mentioned once in a post, a friend and I were goofing around instead of working just before winter break. We wound up altering some clip art of Santa Claus into a punk rock 'Satan' Clause. What did you expect? We were kids. (Technically, my friend had been eighteen for a few months, but since we didn't go to grade school together, I was unfamiliar with his birthday. And I would turn eighteen a few weeks later. However, we were still in school, so we were kids. What matters is we didn't get in trouble when we were caught. So there.)
The only time I was at a computer at community college was during a computer science course my second year. We barely made it to the actual computers in the lab/s (a second lab was started in a former nursing lab room halfway through the semester). One of the lessons involved a tutorial that could be considered a type of game, involving learning how to move things on screen. Everything else was mostly drills. For my last two-and-a-half years of college, I never used a computer. The lab at the school was in the basement level of a building I rarely went to. The library wasn't even fully computerized yet, but I didn't need the help for research. I'm an expert on that, usually.
And that ends the side quest. Wednesday ends this series, so come back for the big finish.
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