Awesome story! I also took typing in high school, but it was compressed into ONE year. We had half manual machines, and half IBM Selectrics. My mother also had an IBM electric, so I had something to look forward to after the class was over.
Similar scenario, stern, strict teacher, only boy in the class of girls, and, mostly snobby girls that’d always were too snooty to talk to a long hair.
We started on either manual or SElectric, and swapped back and forth every quarter. So I made sure to begin on the manual, so after three quarters, I’d finish the year on the Selectric.
80 WPM was the goal at the END of the year. One had to achieve this with five or fewer mistakes to achieve an A grade . Who got there first? ME. I DID. My “final” was 88 WPM with three mistakes, two of which were keys that just didn’t accept my press. I hit it, but it didn’t go.
The SNOTTY, SNOOTY girls suddenly were wondering how the hell I was better than they were, literally by weeks. F’ em. You get no more respect for FINALLY noticing the superior human in your presence after 12 years of snubbing me.
I still type daily, but not for a living or anything. I’m absolutely retarded trying to communicate on my phone, because I can’t touch type. But here I sit on my Mac Air happily wearing the letters off the keys.
It's great that it doesn't matter, because even with the letters worn off, I know exactly what letter they are.