Sunday, February 21, 2010

FORUM not form…

If you know me really well, then you know that typing is one of my personal strengths and often a source of great pride..... NOT.
To this day I am teased by my old high school girlfriends about it. Sometimes people ask, "Didn't you take typing in high school?" Yes, I'm ashamed to admit, but I took typing in high school and failed. I don't know what the problem is! For some reason, I just don't trust my fingers.
I know you're supposed to be able to sit there and read the assigned text all the while your fingers flying at the keys, but, I would read a bit, type it, read a bit, type it and so on. My style of typing wasn’t what Mrs. McDermott had in mind, so ultimately she covered my keys. She put a sheet of paper tucked sideways, above the top row of keys covering all of the keys in waterfall fashion. Well you can't scare me with one piece of paper, after all, I was a teenager. Please, we all know that teenagers are far smarter than adults. All I had to do was pretend to sweep by bangs out of my eyes, flipping up the paper as I tossed back my hair and then swish, flip, peak, type... swish, flip, peak, type.... I was a genius. I could type like this forever. Really, to be intimidated by a piece of paper, come on.
Who knew Mrs. McDermott was so sly? She was sharper than I had given her credit for. You see, a day or two later, I entered the classroom and sat down at the same typewriter and, what the hell?...every key had a little piece of paper taped on it covering the letter or symbol underneath. Well I wasn’t scared by 1 sheet of paper, but I was really doomed looking at the 50 or so tiny pieces she had cut it into.
What now? Am I supposed to try to memorize the keys? ... DUH, I think that was her point from the beginning. Unfortunately, it was too late for me. We were past the days of drilling asdfgf ;lkjhj , so there was no way I could type with these blank keys.
So here I am, one hundred years later, still looking at the keys and doing sort of a fast version of hunt and peck. OK so maybe not that fast... I've seen my family cringing when they catch me typing. Fortunately, I always typed just enough to get by and thankfully,I've never had to rely on my typing skills to feed my family.
So what is the point of this all? Yesterday I asked you to consider topics of importance to you that I might blog about, thereby providing a forum (sort of), but it came out as FORM. Noe make no mistake, I am a lousy typist, but I am an excellent speller. So if you read something that's just not right, it could be a typo vs. me being crazy. Well, it could be me being crazy too.
Typing this blog is a bit of a labor of love for me. And I am loving it!


1 comment:

Patti said...

Ahh..such a long day! What a nice break at the end of this day to read your blog, Sheila! Keep on truckin'! By the way, most teens can type rings around any good correct typist and if you look closely, you will see it is all "hunt and peck". I really don't think it matters long as it gets the job done!