Hey! I'm doing it right now! No but really, people are often amazed at how well I can type. I'm actually faster than a lot of people—my theory is that it's because of AIM. I was a middle schooler in its height, and I had a lot to say. So every night after school I'd have multiple chat windows open and type feverishly for hours. All the gossip. All the flirting with boys.
But it didn't start that way. I had typing class in 6th grade like everyone at the time. One hour per day (or was it week?) we'd do typing drills in the computer lab with a cloth over our hands so we couldn't look at the keys. We were measured for speed as much as accuracy. At the end of the semester, I got a B. In typing class.
My favorite part of the story is that somehow my English teacher, who was also my favorite teacher, heard about it and went to the computer teacher and gave him hell. Something along the lines of, "Are you seriously going to give a girl with one hand a B in typing because she's not fast enough?!"
Anyway, I ended up with an A.
But it didn't start that way. I had typing class in 6th grade like everyone at the time. One hour per day (or was it week?) we'd do typing drills in the computer lab with a cloth over our hands so we couldn't look at the keys. We were measured for speed as much as accuracy. At the end of the semester, I got a B. In typing class.
My favorite part of the story is that somehow my English teacher, who was also my favorite teacher, heard about it and went to the computer teacher and gave him hell. Something along the lines of, "Are you seriously going to give a girl with one hand a B in typing because she's not fast enough?!"
Anyway, I ended up with an A.