In 1988, computers were still a new and frightening invention, and an article in that year’s student handbook reflected the social castigation that computer users might have faced in that dark, dark era of Reaganomics. It’s almost as if 2001: A Space Odyssey actually took place, and “Apple Macintosh” is the black monolith that appeared in the heart of Reed campus, leaving the student body to fret about like the scared apes they were. Feast your eyes:
“It is four o’clock in the morning. You have a Humanities paper due at ten and you just had a brainstorm which contradicts the last three pages that you typed on that trusty old Smith Corona. To quote Dirty Harry, “you’re shit out of luck.” This scenario is quite common during the first couple weeks at Reed.