Let me take you back to my 6th grade computer class. The click clack of plastic covered keyboards fills the room. A scowling middle aged woman whose name I've long forgot reads a book in the corner. The walls are cream colored, although you can hardly tell due to the hospital-esqu lighting, and every single kid I know is furiously attacking the timed typing lesson.
This is an incredibly unusual class day. My 6th grade compatriots were a bunch of hooligans who would often refuse to even attempt assignments, much less put effort into them… but on this glorious day our teacher offered us a reward if we finished early. We could play line rider.Read More