I was kicked out of my school district (concerning an assault on a certain gym coach) and enrolled at Rainier Beach High (notable for having the armed black panthers take over the school). Coming in mid-session I didn’t have a lot of choice picking classes to attend. So I signed up for typing class.
I figured that the worst that might happen was to flunk the course and the best was that I would be the only guy in a classroom full of girls.
It turned out to be a solid win win win - I passed the course, I graduated, and I hooked up with a pretty girl.
I learned how to type too ;’}
I have a story to relate about typing on the old manual typewriters. My dad in the 1930s went to the state typing championship with about 75 girls. He won. He could type on those old manuals like lightning. In WWII he was snagged by the Adjutant General’s Corp and prepared Courts Martial document for a good part of the European Theater in forward HQ. He rose all the way to Master Sgt and the Army wanted him to take a WO rank and go to law school on their at wars end.
In his 80s he could still type faster on a manual than most typists could on an electric. He did love his IBM Executive and kept one functional long after they were off the market — erasable ribbon and all.