You had mail, but you had to wait ’cause your mom was using the phone.
Having your parents begrudgingly agree to allow you to have a pager.
And then learning pager code:
3579 : This is weird
1423: I want to die
143: I love you
187: I want to kill you
Rocking a JanSport backpack, which you, of course, one-strapped and would customize with a Sharpie or Wite-Out pen.
And maybe, if you had to, an Eastpak. MAYBE.
Using your TI-83 graphing calculator basically just to play Space Invaders with.
Of course, occasionally pulling it out to do a math problem.