Most of us gain a few skills from the public education system. Skills? We may not think of school as a place that helped to prepare us for adulthood but it did.
Education is where we begin to learn about critical thinking and problem solving, collaboration and personal influence, initiative and agility, adaptability and analyzing information, oral and written communication, and begin to grow our curiosity and imagination.
I hated typing class.
Sure. Skills are useful but I hated typing class.
Maybe it had to do with the typing teacher; the quintessential schoolmarm, Miss Hastings. She had to be about 90. She was a ‘Miss.’ She taught my mother. She probably taught typing before typewriters were invented.
She taught me to type.
If ever there was a useful skill that came in handy during the computer age it was typing.
As a typing student I was not very good; not quite mediocre but sufficiently adept that I garnered a mediocre grade. C. I think that was a mistake. I deserved less.
On the first day of typing class Miss Hastings put me on a spanking new IBM Selectric typewriter. Electric. I could just breathe on a key and it would type. Pressing on a key was optional. Yes, it was that sensitive.
A dozen other kids in class started with old fashioned electric typewriters. The rest learned typing on antique manual machines which required physical force to get the key to strike the ribbon to spell a word.
For awhile I felt for them. I could think of what I wanted to type and that IBM Selectric seemed to know what my fingers wanted to do and typed words accordingly.
Bliss seldom lasts for long.
A month into typing class Miss Hastings had students swap their typewriters. I went from a modern and efficient IBM Selectric, high technology in its day, to a manual typewriter that seemed not to care how hard I pressed the keys, it would not type the letters I thought I was typing.
I hated typing class.
Yet, I persevered and learned to type. Years later I typed for a living as a news writer, commercial writer, speech writer, and, well, you get the idea. The ability to type became a blessed skill exceeded in value only by my ability to motivate other people to become valued employees.
But I hated typing.