I also had difficulty connecting with my classmates, combination of untreated ADHD, and issues at home. For some reason I got it into my head that the bomb was cool, so if I told the others I had a bomb in my backpack I'd be cool! This was very shortly after the Columbine massacre, and of course the policy at that moment was to immediately call in the police. They talked with me, impressed upon my young mind the seriousness of such claims, and we all thankfully just moved on.
Odd to think back on now.
I remember kids maxing out the sound on the Performas until the teacher got justifiably annoyed.
My family isn't religious but I used to go to church with a friend on Wednesday nights.
There were a bunch of new kids at the Bible School thing that Wednesday for some reason, and so there was a game where you'd say your name, use the first letter of your name as a pretend occupation, and a place, also with the first letter of your name. An example might be something like "My name is Jordan, I am a Janitor from Jamaica".
I guess I was a bit of an edgelord even at age 10, because I said "My name is Tommy, I am a Terrorist, from Tennessee". For context, this was September 5th, 2001. Everyone kind of laughed, the teachers rolled their eyes, and we moved on.
The following week, September 12, the teachers pulled me aside and gave me a very long, very stern lecture about why you can't joke about these things. I know they meant well, but to be honest I don't think I ever went back to church with my friend after that.
I had no idea we had basically the first commercial version but the timing lines up.
As an adult I now feel for those teachers who had to hear a whole bunch of computers making constant sound effects though.
I remember wasting way too much time with the rudimentary speech-to-text
Emulator Crash: Memory out of bounds (bummer).
(I actually spent a lot of time just sitting on our home computer browsing the webpage for a Mac-only "3X" edition[1], which had a fire extinguisher instead of the bomb, among other minor differences. But one day, we got a mysterious email making an offer of the normal version for Windows on sale. In hindsight, I have no idea where that email came from, and it's a small wonder my parents didn't get scammed buying through it.)