Well I do have to glance down at the keysonce in a while. I have to smile because sometimes, it is like my fingers have forgotten every thing they learned over the years and just can not find a letter or symbol. I used to write countless reports and statements on a keyboards (remember the old IBM electric typewriter... I hated that machine). I never had a keyboard class, but learned the hard way on how to become fast.

Then of course Iproof read it to make sure the punctuation and grammaris correct (or at least to me). After that I like to run a spell check on what I put down. So yes, it seems fast, but to be accurate takes a little time. But it is well worth it.

I was reading a report my one nephew was about to hand in to a class he has (this was a few months ago).I was shocked! I told him that he really needed to go over it and correct a lot of mistakes in his grammar, punctuation,and spelling. He looked at me like I was on drugs or something. So I started pointing out his mistakes. And he told me the teacher really does not care (which I told him I doubted).So I told him even if the teacher does not care, he should for his own self pride care. After all this was something hewas expressing and it was in his best interest to do it in a professional and clear manner. So we went and had him type it on my computer. Then I had him correct every thing he thought wrong. After that I let the computer check it. He was kind of surprised at the mistakes as well. But in the end, he learned to slow down, take his time, and concentrate a little on what he was trying to put down on paper. And, we will not even go into formal letters anymore and how they are written.

Have you seen the kind of classes the kids have now? No American History, or Science, etc... they have some of the most off the wall named classes. But I guess the schools do about the same they did for me. They are taught information and knowledge. And I sure respect the teachers of today. The things they put up with in a class room boggle my mind. My sister is a teacher. She tells me some of the things that go on in her class room. When I was a kid I would have never thought of acting like some of the kids do in class. Because, when I got home, my Dad would have been waiting for me to have a "little heart to heart." Funny, it was never the heart that was all that concerned about the meetings with my father. BUT I did learn to behave (at least not get caught), do well in things, and strive to make myself better.