When I started the second grade the teacher told us about how he spent the entire summer rebuilding a handful of computers that were donated. He went on to open the partition between our classroom and the computer lab as they were separated by a set of sliding partitions. I remember when he first started to open that partition I saw a bunch of computers all of which were IBM 5150s and it was as if they were talking to me. I knew at that moment that computers were my calling.
We went into the lab and the teacher made it clear that he wanted us to wait for his instructions as he gave them one by one. He instructed us to turn on the computer and as I watched it loading I started to become engrossed by the machine. I continued to starting running commands on the computer, first DIR then I found a program to run and ran the program. The teacher walked by, impressed that I was able to start a program but also reiterating to me to follow the instructions. I was asked to exit that program and load a different one as he was instructing the class to start with a different program.
