I taught two of my sixth-grade classes today. There's no chalkboard, so I put my notes/assignments up on PowerPoint slides using my laptop and a projector. Then I was showing them a citation website to help them with their science projects. As I'm typing in the address, I hear a student declare,
"You type really fast!"
Without missing a beat, I replied, "That's because I've been doing it for a long time." No need to tell the class about my previous (working) life. I don't think they'd understand.
I never think about how fast I type. A long time ago, I was tested at something like 72 wpm but I think it's in the upper 70s to low 80s now. (And we all know what happened to Lappy's keys.) But it's kind of funny to see something I don't think about, be fascinating to the kids.
Hey, there's a proposed bill to "make fraudulent maple syrup selling a felony." I do love maple syrup. The REAL stuff.
My parents took the kids to the hospital for a visit today. The kids couldn't see the baby, but while they visited with Mommy and Daddy, "the grown-ups" (as my parents like to call themselves) were allowed to go see him. Mom said Bunny was stomping his feet on the edge of his bed--probably itchy to get out of there and away from the tubes and monitors and that nurse who keeps coming around to draw blood like a clockwork mosquito.
When everybody got back to my parents', Niece received some help completing a school assignment. (School was closed for elections but Niece and Middle Nephew #1 are going tomorrow.) Niece needed to do some sort of collage of family pictures, so Mom just scanned and/or printed some that she had. Niece insisted on including the family cat, however, so Mom--not having a photo of their tabby--had to improvise.
She had Niece color a photo of one of my parents' cats.
My family is nothing if not creative and resourceful.
11/08/2011
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How funny, they comment about my typing speed all the time at work, to the point where if there is a group meeting with one person typing notes then I'm elected stenographer.
My explanation was always a sheepish "before I got this job I basically lived on the internet..." because it's true. Nothing makes you a fast typer than having virtual, text-based relationships in real time.
And yes, real maple syrup should be real maple syrup. Hmmph.
Shoot. I guess I'll have to shut down that multi-million dollar international phony maple syrup smuggling ring. I don't know how I'm going to make ends meet now.
Sara--"Practice makes perfect" covers a multitude of sheepish explanations. :) Fry the maple syrup frauds!!!
Dave--Don't you have a meth lab to fall back on?
Congrats, Auntie kate.
Thanks, Rob! Sorry about the comment going into moderation--older posts do that to comments.
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