I did great in Spanish my first two years of HS. My junior year we got a teacher from Argentina who (for some strange reason) couldn’t understand why we weren’t fluent after two years of basic Spanish. My grades were in the toilet by mid year, so my counselor urged me to drop it. “Unfortunately”, the only class available was a typing class. I say “unfortunately” because way back in the day, typing classes were literally all female. Best half year off my young life…….
Likewise. Our class was split between college prep and future secretaries, I imagine it worked out well for both groups. I certainly can't think of another class that taught me skills I use daily. Well, maybe sex ed. barfo
Against my wishes, my mom practically forced a typing class on me in Junior High, I hated the idea of it but man that class was awesome and one of the most useful for the rest of my life. Aside from being one of only 3 boys in the class, nothing like a class full of girls, we also found that the computers had an early version of Wolfenstein on them and the teacher would let us do whatever we wanted after we wanted after getting done with our assignments. Looking back on it I probably should have spent a little more time talking to the girls but killing Nazis was really fun!
Daily? I once took a sex ed class in my 70s. The teacher asked the class how often do you have sex. I waved my hand very excitedly. The teacher selected me to answer and I answered once a year. She then said why are you so excited if it's only once a year. I yelled out excitedly "TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT, TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT!"
Mine came out Progressive Left but there were several questions that didn't have an option for my actual opinion like being a military juggernaut or sharing that status....other than that I guess that's what they'd call me.
“Real guys” didn’t take typing in 1970. We didn’t think we’d ever need it. And we had pretty much never heard of computers back then Other than the UNIVAC.
I learned typing at NTC in San Diego at radioman school...the teletype on the Blue Ridge I used could talk to other radioman all over the Pacific...it was like primitive internet..just ticker tape and really clunky keys...I could type pretty fast when I graduated...the hard part was doing it in codes that changed all the time. One of my roommates in San Diego was stationed in Adak Alaska and we talked all the time with teletypes ...remember the burn bag room on the Blue Ridge?
I only saw the burn bag room when I took a tour early on for damage control “awareness” (for lack of a better term). I figured since we were a top priority target, whoever had burn bag duty would have to swim for the burn bag room (assuming we were still afloat). They didn’t let us into those spaces without a good reason….and an escort.
