The chain of memories
If any of you also troll the comments to the posts here, you’ll see a comment to yesterday’s post from my mother. But interestingly, it was the last sentence of her comment that got me remembering…
I don’t remember what grade I was going into at the time: fifth, sixth, seventh…I don’t think I had the Commodore yet, so it probably was sixth. But the Apple II was the computer to have at the time, and that’s what we worked on at camp.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
It was held on the Bethel campus, this week long instruction in the geek arts. The classes were a combination of an introduction to computer hardware and architecture and basic programming. In each session, we got a three-hole punched booklet that went into our official class binders, and the booklets featured the comic characters “ROM,” and “RAM.”
The participants were all geeks, or at least geeks before geek was really a computing term. We slept in the dorms, ate in the cafeteria, had all of our classes during the day planted in front of a computer, and after dinner, had a couple hours of free time on the computers, and then time to watch a movie or play a game or something.
No one really seemed to strike up much of a friendship with anyone else, at least not that I can recall. The food was mediocre, we all learned to write some basic programs. And at the end of the week, we went home. But all of that isn’t to say I didn’t enjoy it. I know at the time, I felt like I learned a lot. Now, that doesn’t mean it had anything to do with my career choice…At least I don’t think it did.
But that was my week long camping experience. Or as much camping as I really would want to do.
See you tomorrow.