It was the fall of 2001. I was a freshman in college (Do they even say that anymore?), and fresh off the devastation of a last minute change to head to community college instead of the private Christian university as planned. Any other local friends had opted to go to the nearby unaccredited Bible college, so driving to a place where my faith would be questioned was an additional blow to my enthusiasm. Why couldn't I be in the "warm embrace" of Bible classes too? Little did

I'm a "geriatric millennial," which is a sad way to indicate that I grew up in both an analogue and digital world. While we obviously had calculators, the internet was still relatively new and not everyone had access to it at home, which meant that the only way to look up answers to your algebra homework was to either copy off of someone . . . or look at the answers in the back of the book. Now, looking up answers didn't actually help you with doing the actual work that your