Typing. I have no clue how I got on this topic other than the fact that Mrs. Frasier stuck me at Computer #33, one of the oldest computers here, off in a totally isolated corner with Computer #34. I just have to say that these are the crappiest computers in the entire school. They still have Windows 98, they have a thick layer of dust covering them, able to trigger anyoneâ??s allergies, and their keys stick, making it sound as if Iâ??m using an old-fashioned typewriter. I absolutely love typing. It doesnâ??t even matter what Iâ??m typing, I could be typing humaketilentykeejumanmjivoozyhineleh and Iâ??d be happy. I say I donâ??t like when the keyboard clicks and clacks, but I like it. It tells me that Iâ??m making progress, that my thoughts are flowing, itâ??s soothing. It means that, with each keystroke more and more of my thoughts and feeling that I kept bottled up are leaving me. It almost reminds me of the part of Pocahantas when theyâ??re singing Colors of the Wind. A blue and pink swirling spirit escaping from somewhere deep within me. It calms me. It tells me, â??It is okay now. Say it. Say it all. No one will care.â?? I adore typing. So why do people still love the paper and pen method?
