I took typing (on a typewriter) in eighth grade for the same reason I took Home Ec--that’s where the girls were. I didn’t know I’d actually be using the skill just a couple of years later.
My kid grew up in front of a computer, before such things were rightfully frowned upon. He taught himself to type, I’ve watched him do it. He uses the first two fingers of each hand and a thumb for the space bar. He types as fast as I do, which is to say, I’ve never been a particularly fast typist, but I get by okay.
What I never learned to do, because I don’t do it much, is type with two thumbs on a phone.
I remember we cooked an omelette, but instead of flipping the egg, the teacher told us to just lift the edge and let the uncooked egg run underneath. I already knew how to cook an omelette, my dad taught me, so I flipped the egg by tossing the pan. The teacher didn’t like that because then other kids tried it, and… I’m sure you can guess what happened.
I took typing (on a typewriter) in eighth grade for the same reason I took Home Ec--that’s where the girls were. I didn’t know I’d actually be using the skill just a couple of years later.
My kid grew up in front of a computer, before such things were rightfully frowned upon. He taught himself to type, I’ve watched him do it. He uses the first two fingers of each hand and a thumb for the space bar. He types as fast as I do, which is to say, I’ve never been a particularly fast typist, but I get by okay.
What I never learned to do, because I don’t do it much, is type with two thumbs on a phone.
Home ec was awesome. The girls didn’t like me, but I can cook like a motherfucker.
I remember we cooked an omelette, but instead of flipping the egg, the teacher told us to just lift the edge and let the uncooked egg run underneath. I already knew how to cook an omelette, my dad taught me, so I flipped the egg by tossing the pan. The teacher didn’t like that because then other kids tried it, and… I’m sure you can guess what happened.