We were playing a remastered version of Diablo 2 in the computer lab. I was kneeling on the floor in front of the desk because I couldn’t find a chair. As a result, I had a hard time seeing the top half of the screen due to the glare from the ceiling lights. I was somewhere in the middle of Act 3 and was about to die to a large pack of fetishes. For some reason up until now I had set all of my skills to auto-cast and had a mess of a build with three primary damage spells (“Lightning Strike, Blood Pact, Ice Nova). My survivability went up immensely when I started to hit and run instead of standing around.

We were standing on our hospital beds in the courtyard in the middle of the night. Someone bragged about stealing a sheet curtain and I mocked him, calling him a “master stealer”. “What time does fourth grade begin?” he then asked but was quickly drowned out by someone else shouting. We sat down in our beds to watch the first season of Friends but for some reason the opening credits had a different song. “Everything was so happy back then” someone commented.