I’m a bad typist. I remember taking typing in high school thinking that the class was a complete waste of my time. Why did Cecil County Public Schools think that I needed to know how to type? This was all back when computers as we know them today were insanely expensive. They weren’t in people’s homes and they certainly weren’t in schools. But the Board of Education said I had to take typing. So I did. I spent hours in Mr. Cleek’s classroom with typing drills – The quick brown fox jump over the lazy dog…or some such nonsense. Actually, I probably paid more attention to the boys in the class than to my IBM Selectric. So is it any wonder that I’m a typo queen? Continue reading “TMI”
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