er doctor wrote:Capitol A wrote:er doctor wrote:mdallavis wrote:HA! My high school graduation gift was a subscription to AOL and a brand new, blazing fast 56k modem.
AOL didn't even exist until I was a freshman in college.
That doesn't make sense. Then where the hell did you buy, errr, I mean look up info for your high school papers?
We used to have to go to a building called a library, use a filing system known as a card catalog to search for topics in the Dewey Decimal System to find objects called books which we would then have to read, synthesize data from several sources, then write the papers ourselves. Often on paper with pens in cursive (what you kids today call "joined-up writing").
Speaking of which, you younuns will never know the joy of lining up a college application on an IBM Selectric II and hoping that what you typed landed just above the line provided. Nor will you know the sensual pleasure of sniffing White-Out.
Remember what you used to have to go through just to register for classes? In 1988, my registration process for UT involved going to a big arena (I think it was the Erwin Center) with a blank schedule in-hand. Each individual department had a kiosk in the arena, and you went from kiosk to kiosk getting stickers for each course/section that you wanted and then affixed the stickers to your blank schedule. If you realized later that a particular class/section wouldn't work for you (scheduling conflicts, etcetera), you had to go back to the kiosk to return the sticker and (hopefully) get another one for a different course/section.
After you had run around and collected all the needed stickers to fill out your schedule, you went downstairs and got into a big Disney-style "common feeder" line and waited to check out, where they would enter your schedule into the computer.
Even if everything went well, it still took all morning - certainly a far cry from being able to roll out of bed, fire up the computer and register in your pajamas.