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I vaguely remember playing Pong on a small console in the mid seventies, I think? My best friend in elementary school had it. I seem to recall we became bored by it, and probably moved on to more interesting things, like swimming in her indoor pool and hanging out in her swanky kitchen making peanut butter sandwiches.
Fast forward to 1982 and a FORTRAN class my junior year in HS. I never did get any of my programs to do what they were supposed to do. We worked on IBM typewriter-like plotters hooked up to a mainframe, which was a whole room full of big cabinet looking things.
Now that I'm learning HTML and actually reading through the code to figure out what the hell I'm doing wrong, I can understand what my teacher was seeing when he read through my pathetic attempts at writing FORTRAN. It used to absolutely amaze me! But I think I'm starting to get it now--it basically boils down to 'finish what you start.'
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