In the tenth or eleventh grade of high school my mother insisted I learn the skill of typing. Although I argued, fussed and even cried she remained steadfast in her decision, and I found myself sitting in front of an electric typewriter pecking out letter patterns. The strict no nonsense teacher had little tolerance for asking the same question twice, but I somehow managed to pass the class and many years later was thankful I could type.
Even worse...in college I was the only student in my class who had never been on the internet or sent an email. I'm not even sure I had even turned on an computer. I was a very humbling semester to say the least.
I'm not as resistant to learning new things as I once was so I recently attempted on numerous occasions to beautify my myspace. Tonight, I finally enlisted the help of Cora Lynn. After about an hour my thoughts were traveling in slow motion, and I called it quits. I was also frustrated by the constant tapping of the cell phone keys as Cora Lynn speedily texted her friends. I know I am technologically challenged, but I still find it hard to believe that texting is preferable to simply picking up a phone and having a conversation. Why type out a conversation when everything could easily be said in a five minute conversation?
