I really needed to be left alone after school because I am deeply introverted, and spending eight hours with all those people was so draining, even though I usually managed to not actually talk to anyone most days.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like my parents. I didn’t have any battery left and I didn’t know how to communicate that.
That they weren’t feeding us well. I didn’t know enough about nutrition to fully make my argument, I just remember getting sulky when we went shopping and our cart was 90% junk food.
My dad once physically pried the buttons off a mouse because he couldn’t figure out left vs right clicking, and thought it was broken. I still didn’t know what he thought he would accomplish.
That something crazy just happened, and maybe they should care. I’m still not sure what was going on in their heads in those moments; it was a repeating theme.
I couldn’t manage to convince my parents that I had piss poor vision until I was 8 years old. When I finally managed to get them to take me to the eye doctor and get prescription glasses, my mom apologized to me repeatedly for like 2 weeks.
I never even knew that I actually had bad vision until that first prescription at age age 8. If you’ve never seen clearly before, you don’t even realize your vision is blurry to even tell anyone.
But you’d figure that they might have started getting a clue years earlier when I got lost in my own room, couldn’t see the chalkboard in class, and had to sit super close to the TV…
My dad would get mad at me for sitting too close to the tv or for not recognizing people. They never thought to have my eyes checked until my Kindergarten teacher had the school test my eye sight
I also exploited the living shit out of my high school’s fast connection and a friend’s Zip drive. Pretty sure they had a T1 and the only reason it was so fast was basically because teachers were only using it for email.
I also exploited the living shit out of my high school’s fast connection and a friend’s Zip drive.
My school had a T1, too, but I didn’t have a zip drive, and MP3s were too big for floppies. However, old cracked games very often came in segmented zips that were floppy sized. I’d bring home games 20 or 30 disks at a time (or as many as I thought I could without drawing attention in the computer lab) over the course of a week or more.