Being Right For The Wrong Reasons Is OK
Long ago, and far away, about 55 years and at least 5,000 miles to be more precise, our mother had almost completely given up on our ever being able to graduate and make a gainful living.Although we never have admitted it at the time, she had good reason to be worried. We were racking up a seemingly endless string of "D"s and sometimes even "F"s while we spent almost all day, and all night, devouring every single science fiction novel, novella, short story, and space opera we could beg, borrow, or steal.
Finally, no doubt driven by desperation, she forced us to take a typing course. Her logic was simple and clear. "If you can type then you can always get a job as a secretary,"
So, for a semester or two we learned how to pound the keys on an old Royal manual typewriter. We hated it, but somehow we managed to pass the class, then didn't have to use a typewriter again for about two decades when we had our first encounter with the wonderful, and rapidly evolving world of computers,
Now, looking back, Mom was exactly right. Our early ability to type without having to look at the keyboard has paid countless dividends, even though she could never have imagined how much and how rapidly our society and technology have evolved.
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Yes, Mom used that same line on all four of us! I took the keyboarding (typing) class during summer school. Having that skill has helped me many times.