![]() ![]() ![]() Once my last afternoon class was dismissed, I would sprint home like a mad dog, dash into the study room like a ninja, and press down the power button with my shaky hand due to my blood rush and intense floor climbing. On every school day, I had a “Golden Hour” for gaming that only my German shepherd knew.Įvery day, 5 pm, it was my race with time. It took 5 minutes to run to home, but it took them 40 minutes to bus. ![]() However, never did they know, I found that my game time had just started coming into September: my school ended at 5 pm, but my parents were off work at 5:30 pm. ![]() They ruled out my computer time completely when a new school term started in September. In Grade 8, my parents didn’t have to worry about any premature love affair or bad drug influence, but my unusual love for computer games haunted them. My affection for games showed up much earlier than for girls when I was a teenager. One proud achievement I had in my business school was to convince 3 Schulich alumni (all legit grown-ups) to purchase three PlayStation 4 consoles so that we could start a clan called “IMBA” in Grand Theft Auto Online to rob banks. ![]()
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