2. Oregon Trail
25. Does frosting turn a muffin into a cupcake?
“I deserve this end,” he said to no one, “Alone, in the prairie. A broken axle…Mrs. Langella, tell them. Tell the other children not to do what I have done.”
Daria is the kind of girl who is too busy being a badass to worry much about guys.
I’m glad everyone’s having such a great time talking about that moment in their lives when they achieved an all-knowing state through a computer game.
Guys, how adorable was it that adults thought Oregon Trail was educating us in the least bit?
Tell real-life scary stories, like the one time you didn’t have health insurance or the pregnancy test you took in college.
God, it killed me to see my classmates come to school with orange rubberbands on Halloween, and like, rainbow ones just because, and black ones because they were really feeling the new KoRn album.
The gaming started in my school’s computer class. My private elementary school had a whole room full of thick, gray monitors: the kind that went blue with white robot text when they stopped working. The room was a narrow sliver off to the side of the library and we all sat in tiny chairs back to back, facing our screens.