I had an Atari St something(1200?) in college. I never told any of my professors, or classmates about my computer. I literally felt like I was cheating. I wa

I had an Atari St something(1200?) in college. I never told any of my professors, or classmates about my computer. I literally felt like I was cheating. I was afraid someone would detect the matrix print, but no one ever questioned my papers. I did have professors bleed red all over my papers though. My grammer was just horrid. My spelling was great though. In one English class, a student plugged in a laptop(it was the size of a small suitcase) into a electrical socket. The teacher made some demeaning comment to the student. It was someting like, 'I never thought I would see the day where a student plugged in a computer? Ugh?' I remember thinking that student has some balls, but has a great tool at his disposal. Never liked that English teacher. He accused me of plagiarizing once--in a weird round about way. Ah, back then teachers had a lot of power. They could ruin a student's future. I remember trying to get my girlfriend interested in my Atari. She was paying 2 dollars a page for someone to type her papers. I showed her the word program. I showed her the Paint program. She didn't like anything about the machine. She didn't even want be near the machine. She is now some big wig at some hedge fund. Her official title is chief of web technology, or something along those lines. I haven't gone one day where I haven't thought about her. Crazy? I look back, and I couldn't get anyone interested in my computer. It was like people just hated them? Couldn't figure out why. I wasen't a big tech guy either, and only used the word processing program. I remember thinking, I guess the computer thing will never take off. I was so wrong. I remember my last visit to the retail store that sold me the Atari, and I could tell they were about to close up shop. My last memory is of a big guy with a beard, and he looked so depressed. All the computers were nicely displayed, but no customers. They even turned off the shopping music. There was this weird silence, and a feeling of doom. I think the shop stayed open a few more weeks, and it turned into some shop that made custom doors? Looking back, I just have fond memories of my college girlfriend. I wish I treated her better. I think I have holiday blues?