I hope this isn't a jambog. Did a search and didn't see anything so here it is.
TYPING 101
Obviously, we all have, to one degree or other, at
least SOME typing skills. A lot of people, mostly
men, I suppose, don't really seem like the type that
would type (type that would type??...sorry). They have
never had any formal training and still they find
themselves, due to the requirements of their jobs, all
of a sudden having to use a computer and therefore a
keyboard, whether they like it or not.
You can see an infinite variety of different styles
and speed levels skill levels when it come to how
everyday folks type, I see some non-professional types
try to center their hands on the "home keys" but they
still wind up looking for and at each letter before
they type it, some use the index finger of each
hand but are still capable of remarkable speed and
accuracy, some learned the conventional way. Whatever
way you use the fact remains that the more you type,
however you type, the faster and more accurate you
will become.
How did YOU learn to type? Was the requirement thrust
upon you against your will? Are you of the "hunt-n
peck" discipline.
For me it went like this: When I was a senior in high
school in 1961, I had satisfied all the requirements
for all the core subjects and had all my credits
needed for graduation. The good part of this was that
I could take a lot of "elective" courses. I got beat
out on some of the ones I wanted most like auto shop
but I needed one more subject to fill out my schedule
and the last, best thing that was still available at
the time period I needed was typing.
RATS! I couldn't believe that I was gonna take
TYPING (groan). What a dorky thing to do! But what the
heck, I figured that I'd be able to bluff my way
through that without any problem at all and it'd make a
great "goof-off" course. The first day, I noticed that
there were about 20 or so girls in the class, 4 other
boys...and me. This phenomenon did not escape the rapt
attention of Mrs. Wheating, our teacher,
either...AAHH, Ethel Wheating...Hoooo, BOY! As her
beady little eyes scanned the class over the tops of
her half-frame glasses, and she had one of those ugly
beaded neck chains attached to the temples of the
frames, her withering gaze finally settled on all us
boys (we were all sitting clustered together for
re-inforcement ( a safety-in-numbers thing) in a back
corner of the class room - in hind sight, I now
realize that this may have been a mistake). She always
wore her hair in a small knot at the back of her head
and pulled back so tightly that it stretched the skin
on her face, kind of like the character, Edgar in "Men
In Black", when the alien bug took over his skin, and
she had a voice like a metal garbage can bouncing down
3 flights of concrete stairs ...just no way to tune
THAT racket out. She was a true NAZI in her soul whose
only known purpose in life was to terrorize as many
teenagers as possible for five days a week. I could
never imagine what Mr. Wheating must have been like...
"I see", she screeched, "that we have a few ...BOYS
...with us in this class." She said the
word boys in a very harsh and offensive tone of voice.
"It is my hope that you BOYS didn't sign up for this
coarse expecting an easy ride!" she said. "If that
is the case then you may rest assured that each and
every one of you is in for a big disappointment. The
only way you will leave my class is to drop now, stay
and fail, or learn to type." Uh-oh! Pucker factor of
about 9.6 on a scale of 10
Well, at the end of it all my left ear was nearly
twice as big as the right from her pulling on it and
the knuckles of both hands stayed sore from her
whacking on them with her pointing stick, but by God, I
learned to type! Now my handwriting skills, minimal as
they were, are just gone. I can now type faster more
accurately and, I never get criticized any more about
my sloppy penmanship.
I never had any idea that I'd EVER use it...and I
never did either, not until about 14 years ago when we
started having to use computers at work. I ain't
NOBODY'S durn secretary!! I was very surprised to see
how quickly it came back to me and how quickly I
picked up speed. Now, by some strange twist
of fate, here I sit, pounding the keyboard for all
it's worth. Life, huh!?!
So, what's YOUR story, eh? ....W. J.
TYPING 101
Obviously, we all have, to one degree or other, at
least SOME typing skills. A lot of people, mostly
men, I suppose, don't really seem like the type that
would type (type that would type??...sorry). They have
never had any formal training and still they find
themselves, due to the requirements of their jobs, all
of a sudden having to use a computer and therefore a
keyboard, whether they like it or not.
You can see an infinite variety of different styles
and speed levels skill levels when it come to how
everyday folks type, I see some non-professional types
try to center their hands on the "home keys" but they
still wind up looking for and at each letter before
they type it, some use the index finger of each
hand but are still capable of remarkable speed and
accuracy, some learned the conventional way. Whatever
way you use the fact remains that the more you type,
however you type, the faster and more accurate you
will become.
How did YOU learn to type? Was the requirement thrust
upon you against your will? Are you of the "hunt-n
peck" discipline.
For me it went like this: When I was a senior in high
school in 1961, I had satisfied all the requirements
for all the core subjects and had all my credits
needed for graduation. The good part of this was that
I could take a lot of "elective" courses. I got beat
out on some of the ones I wanted most like auto shop
but I needed one more subject to fill out my schedule
and the last, best thing that was still available at
the time period I needed was typing.
RATS! I couldn't believe that I was gonna take
TYPING (groan). What a dorky thing to do! But what the
heck, I figured that I'd be able to bluff my way
through that without any problem at all and it'd make a
great "goof-off" course. The first day, I noticed that
there were about 20 or so girls in the class, 4 other
boys...and me. This phenomenon did not escape the rapt
attention of Mrs. Wheating, our teacher,
either...AAHH, Ethel Wheating...Hoooo, BOY! As her
beady little eyes scanned the class over the tops of
her half-frame glasses, and she had one of those ugly
beaded neck chains attached to the temples of the
frames, her withering gaze finally settled on all us
boys (we were all sitting clustered together for
re-inforcement ( a safety-in-numbers thing) in a back
corner of the class room - in hind sight, I now
realize that this may have been a mistake). She always
wore her hair in a small knot at the back of her head
and pulled back so tightly that it stretched the skin
on her face, kind of like the character, Edgar in "Men
In Black", when the alien bug took over his skin, and
she had a voice like a metal garbage can bouncing down
3 flights of concrete stairs ...just no way to tune
THAT racket out. She was a true NAZI in her soul whose
only known purpose in life was to terrorize as many
teenagers as possible for five days a week. I could
never imagine what Mr. Wheating must have been like...
"I see", she screeched, "that we have a few ...BOYS
...with us in this class." She said the
word boys in a very harsh and offensive tone of voice.
"It is my hope that you BOYS didn't sign up for this
coarse expecting an easy ride!" she said. "If that
is the case then you may rest assured that each and
every one of you is in for a big disappointment. The
only way you will leave my class is to drop now, stay
and fail, or learn to type." Uh-oh! Pucker factor of
about 9.6 on a scale of 10
Well, at the end of it all my left ear was nearly
twice as big as the right from her pulling on it and
the knuckles of both hands stayed sore from her
whacking on them with her pointing stick, but by God, I
learned to type! Now my handwriting skills, minimal as
they were, are just gone. I can now type faster more
accurately and, I never get criticized any more about
my sloppy penmanship.
I never had any idea that I'd EVER use it...and I
never did either, not until about 14 years ago when we
started having to use computers at work. I ain't
NOBODY'S durn secretary!! I was very surprised to see
how quickly it came back to me and how quickly I
picked up speed. Now, by some strange twist
of fate, here I sit, pounding the keyboard for all
it's worth. Life, huh!?!
So, what's YOUR story, eh? ....W. J.