The teacher asked, "Is everybody ready?" I 1 wasn't ready. It was the early 1980's. I was in my high school typing 2 and totally confused.
I had taken it as a (n) 3 course because taking French or Spanish language seemed too difficult. 4 , I wished I hadn't chosen it. I was on 5 —my fingers were shaking and my heart was beating wildly. I had thought we would just be learning to touch type (盲打), not be tested on speed and accuracy. Besides, I was the only freshman in the class, and the other students were 6 to me. My young body felt too nervous to be typing so quickly and 7 .
The teacher said, "Hands on home keys. Eyes on books. Ready, type!" Suddenly, the room was alive with 30 electric typewriters' keys 8 on. I tried my best to 9 , but it was obvious that being a secretary wasn't in my future. While I didn't 10 many errors, my typing speed was horribly slow. And I knew I wasn't going to get a good 11 on this test. I really 12 taking this class and wished I could be learning French instead.
Now years later，I'm a novelist. I'm so happy that I took that class and learned how to type. It has helped me write countless 13 flowing through my mind and into my 14 through keyboards. It has helped me to write e-mails full of kindness to 15 with friends and family. It has helped me to do what I should do and share what I was meant to share in life.
