Today in My History

2000: Not Every Day Can Be Exciting
2001:  "Bad" Girls
2002:  Hurdles
2003:  You Must Have Been a Beautiful Baby
2004:  But Mommy Said No
2005:  The Dogs are Exhausted
2006:  My Kingdom for a Pacifier
2007: Writing Anonymously 
2008:  It's Just a "Thing"
2010:  Bits and Pieces
2011:  Feeling Kneaded
2012: I Survived
2013: I See Dead People
2014: Super Star

Bitter Hack
Updated: 4/10
"Point of Departure"

Books Read in 2015
 Updated: 3/30
"Leaving Time: A Novel"
"Road Rage"

NEW....
Letters from Venkanna and Samuel

The Philosophy of Juice & Crackers

The story of Delicate Pooh

The story of the Pinata Group

mail to Walt

mail to Bev

JUST MY TYPE

14 April 2015

I was born to type.  I could hardly wait to get to my junior year in high school because in my school you could not take typing until your junior year.  I can't remember if we had a typewriter at home or not before that time, but my mother was a typist and I just knew I was going to be good at it.

And I was.  I took to it like a duck to water.  My friend Ann and I sat at the desks in the front of the room, right in front of Sister Anne's desk.  (When we all had to change desks, Ann and I just changed desks with each other, so we stayed in front of Sister Anne nearly the whole year). We had old upright black typewriters with the letters on the keys blacked out.

I don't know how long it took us to learn all the letters by touch before we started having speed tests, but when the speed tests began I was always among the fastest typists.  It took me a little while before I could touch type the numbers, but I was a whiz on the letters.

Our typing room had two electric typewriters and about halfway through the year, the fastest typists got to learn on the electric typewriters.  I was the first to give it a try and loved it.

At the end of the school year, I typed almost as fast as the fastest typist in Typing II (72 wpm) and they didn't want to let me sign up for a second year of typing, figuring I didn't need it, but I wanted another year with Sister Anne and they relented.  Then Sister Anne was transferred to Phoenix over the summer and her replacement, Sister Anita took over the typing classes.  She and I clashed from Day 1 and within the week, I had transferred out of the class.

But they were right, I didn't need the second class.  I was already proficient in typing, both manual and electric typewriters.  When I got to the Physics Department and started typing technical manuscripts, I had an electric typewriter with interchangeable keys.  This was before Selectrics, with the interchangeable ball

and it was actually better.  With the IBM Selectric, if you needed to type an equation, you used the regular ball for the letters in the equation and then used the symbol ball for the mathematical symbols.  This is part of one of the thousands of equations I typed (3 times) for the textbook, "Fundamentals of Statistical and Thermal Physics."

To type this equation on a Selectric typewriter, I would have had to change the balls at least 8 times. but with my machine I had a board on which there were individual keys.  I could remove the keys of the typewriter I was least likely to use, like the question mark or the the brackets or I don't remember what and install a µ, π, ħ,  large parentheses, or other symbol and pretty much type the whole equation without having to stop.  I can't imagine typing the solution book for this textbook (which was nothing but equations) using a Selectric.  Walt was always tickled to watch my fingers flying over the keyboard and whipping keys in and out without blinking.

But I moved on.  I haven't typed an equation in decades.  At my fastest I was tested at 135 wpm on an electric typewriter. Now I have a computer keyboard and with my aging fingers I can still type like the wind, but make so many typos that I spend more time correcting typos (mostly not putting spaces between letters because I don't hit the space bar hard enough) than I spend actually typing.

I don't think I could type on an upright typewriter with any speed any more at all.  But I still love typing and am so glad that I have the history with the printed word that I do.
 

PHOTO OF THE DAY

Lacie eating her St. Patrick's Day meal, dressed all in green.

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